diana moore is
a writer, poet and model
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20/04/2009
I've heard a bird whistling the first few bars of 'Mandy', by Barry Manilow! I wonder if anyone out there has heard other birds chirrupping a well-known song...?
07/04/2009
I feel a daffodil poem in the air.....
24/03/2009
I haven't been to a cabaret for a long time. The Vaults Cafe was the venue for an enjoyable evening's entertainment: from Turkish belly dancing to singers/songwriters, jazz (mmm! nice! shoo ba dee doo), performance poetry, shadow puppetry (Darth Vader goes speed dating) and comedy sketches. An added bonus was Tim Goldman and Steve Hay performing my Shoe Shop sketch. As a writer, it's interesting to see different interpretations of a script - Steve played the part of a woman, which added to the humour. The audience enjoyed it, as they did the whole evening. There were, perhaps, too many acts packed into one long evening. I'm glad I arrived early enough to bag a seat - they were in short supply for the large turnout.
I must give 'Pete the Temp' a mention: For those who missed 'The Great Sperm Race' on TV last night, Pete offers his own lively rendition of how he arrived here on earth in a blow by blow account of his journey to the centre of the womb.
Among the mostly-younger-than-me audience, were the proud parents of one of the dancers, who were clearly enjoying their daughter's varied dance routines, and taking numerous snapshots. Ah! sweet!
And finally, a mention goes to the band: as well as some great clarinet playing by the multi-talented Tim, the band's guitarist halted in his tracks and exclaimed: "hair on my plectrum" That's a new one to me. I was half expecting someone to call out "rabbit in my cider" in response...
17/03/2009
What a lovely doodle Evan O'Sullivan Glynn has done for St Patrick's Day. To be sure, to be sure, to be sure. I hope Gooooogle will doooooo a poetry competition for older folk - then I can have a go....
10/03/2009
PELICAN TO MAN ON BENCH:
Would you lend me some money for a fish and chip supper?
(photo: A Pelican & Ron Hedges)
11/02/2009
Is this the way to amyrillis
I've been growing a tall plant like this
Dreaming dreams of amyrillis
Reaching the ceiling - nearly
15/01/2009
Mollydoggle: To care for a lovable dog , or to pamper a friendly dog.
-Origin 21st century. Dedicated to a very likeable dog called Molly. Kate and I exercised both Molly and ourselves by walking down to the playing field for a game of ball.
13/01/2009
What would Greg Wallace say to bird cake..? "Are you avian a laugh...?" No, he'd love it, (if he was a bird) Tempted Greg? It does look colourful. Join the queue of blackbirds, wagtails, finches, robins - they've all been taste testing my bird cake: melted lard, bread, currants and wild bird seed mixed together, then pressed in a dish to set. Fenella Finch says "It's seasoned with a splendid variety of seeds" Jack Daw says: "Yeah! Good bread to fat ratio". Cooking does get a lot tougher than this, so make your garden a top restaurant for our feathered friends this winter.
14/12/2008
Do I still have money in the bank - or has a naughty fraudster nicked it...?
14/11/2008
Preparing my list, just in case...
- 'The Look of Love' Burt Bacharach/Ronald Isley
- 'Danse Macabre' Camille Saints-Saens
- 'Almost Like A Song' Johnny Mathis
- 'Adagio for Strings' Samuel Barber
- 'It's Not Unusual' Tom Jones
- 'That's The Way Of The World' Earth, Wind & fire
- 'Don't Leave Me This Way' The Communards
- 'Mr Blue Sky' Electric Light Orchestra
Next week, the list could be different.
11/11/2008
Roll out the red carpet - but not for Daniel Craig
He might be good for quantum leaps or doing a stunt
Let the red, red carpet of poppies made by Haig
Acknowledge all the men who fought the line at the front
Roll out the red carpet - but not for supermodels
That media, paparazzi and the PR mollycoddles
Let the red carpet represent our worthy forces
Who gave us freedom, setting history on its different courses
Roll out the red carpet - not for 'X Factor wishfuls'
Who cry when they lose out, yet life is still theirs to sing
Let the red carpet be a memory of the wistful
Wasted, wearied bodies, resting under angels wings
Roll out the red carpet, the Cenotaph is paved
Wreathed in poppies carpeting our path, our lives saved.
05/11/2008
There once was a man known as Guido
Who committed a very bad deedo
But his plan didn't bang
Fallen guy had to hang
Cos he couldn't quit with enough speedo
My winning entry in a local fireworks poetry competition
31/10/2008
We were very thin on ghouls this year, so I ended up eating a large quantity of Cadbury's Roses. Now I know how the little darlings feel by the end of the evening.
28/10/2008
Chivalry isn't dead - I'm pleased to say; especially when a handsome young male offers his seat to me on the Bakerloo line when he could so easily have plonked hmself down without batting an eyelid. Bring it on and on.
27/10/2008
A Silver Groat (fourpence) of a young Henry VIII circa 1526-1530 found by my metal detecting, comedy writing friend Jim, from Staffordshire. A fine specimen - and nicer in the pocket than the 'nose picking ear cleaning' gadget shown on Antiques Road Show.
18/10/2008
The Salvation Army were collecting donations from passers by on Saturday. I'd help with a collection but the bonnet just isn't me. We did help out last Christmas day, packing up food parcels and serving meals. Lunch was good. The chef had a great voice when it came to carol singing and Captain Mark Wolstenholme must be the most cheerful man I've ever met. Only another 66 days to go...
16/10/2008
Thanks to Mark, Pete, John, Jan and the boys in Green Watch for allowing me access to their premises.
16/10/2008
And I like a big red lorry with a logo on
Float on, float on
12/10/2008
Collecting the washing off the line, I spy a black ladybird with red spots on - a variation on the usual red bodied black spotted bug. I Google 'ladybird' and find the old nursery rhyme variations dating back to 1744. The top hit asks the question: Is it dangerous? And the top answer... Only to aphids!
14th Oct
Today David has alerted me to the fact that the bug I spotted is a Harlequin ladybird - which is a threat to other ladybird species. Here is a link to The Harlequin Ladybird Survey - get spotting...!
06/10/2008
It's good to see the Red Arrows on the front page of The Telegraph today (fly-past for the Great North Run). Earlier this year I saw an email petition circulating; anxiety was spreading that the Red Arrows might be banned from the 2012 Olympics for being 'too British'. What Ho! No! The email fly-past culminated in a smoking half a million signatures being sent to the Prime Minister. Happily the fears were unfounded. But who started the scare in the first place?
05/10/2008
My mother has a gallery of pictures by AR Quentin, the artist who cycled around Britain painting villages and landscapes, many of which were printed onto postcards, along with a fossilized rock from Chesil beach. This is just some of her miscellanea.
We have a jacquard woven picture of tortoiseshell butterflies, vases, a mother goose loo brush holder and the usual necessities.
My ex-boss has the personalised birthday poem that I wrote him; here's an extract:
When Graham took up whistling
The world of nature gazed
A songbird taped her beak up
A skylark's eyes were glazed
A nightingale fainted
A crow fell off the line
A robin started banging
His head and drinking wine
Guess which bird features in line one of the next verse... a small prize to the first respondent (excluding my ex-boss!) closes 31st October 2008
23/09/2008
'Crossing country roads is a nightmare', cried pheasant
' My timing could be wrong and the outcome... unpleasant.'
21/09/2008
Who remembers Bunty, the comic for girls? I saw in the features page some imaginary book titles, titles such as The Highwayman by Ann D Tover, so I submitted my own 'Batty Book Titles', and that's when I won my first prize, a watch, at 9 years.
So with a win under my belt, I started devising ideas for 'It's a Knockout' games, including drawings, there was always a lot of water involved, so I thought... use water... well, several letters later I received a nice letter from the producer, Barney Colehan, saying thanks, but no thanks. Well you can't win them all.
More on starting out in writing another day.
16/09/2008
I used to have a brilliant piano teacher, apparently he had a drink problem, but I wasn't aware of it, at least not during my weekly lessons. I was 21 when I had my first lesson. I'd always wanted to learn piano, but as a child, living 'in the sticks' I wasn't able to afford the luxury of piano lessons. Except, I did attend Sunday school (walking distance) and I was always keen to assist the local landowner's housekeeper-cum-nanny in playing the hymns. I was three, and I remember rushing up to her as she struck the first chords of "we plough the fields and scatter", but she didn't like me scattering my little fingers across the ivories, so there I was, banned from Sunday School . I remember she took me home and said to my mother (in her very middle class rounded vowels), "I think we should wait until Diana is a little older before she returns to Sunday School" My musical ability quashed so early in life... but my friend Christine (who lived on a farm) had a piano, so we would get together dueting, except, I really needed proper lessons... more about my brilliant piano teacher another time...
12/09/2008
I started modelling later in life (a) for the challenge and (b) to prove a point, i.e. that it can be done even if you don't have the perfect features of Kate Moss or the ample bosom of Jordan (aka Katie Price) - but wait, she's reducing hers isn't she... hmm! I might even be bigger than her soon....! OK joke over. More on modelling later.
04/09/2008
This is me with my father-in-law Sid, a lovely man, who was awarded the MBE for services to the community back in 1999. Here he is helping at a summer fete in 2005.
04/09/2008
Meet Blossom, our rabbbit. He's 4 years old and was born in Buckinghamshire, so does that make him a buck rabbit? The vet thought not... on rabbit's first visit we were told 'he' was a 'she'. A second visit to a different vet (who had an eye for the dangly bits) revealed the er, dangly bits. We thought about changing his name but decided to stick with Blossom. He doesn't seem to mind - he's well fed and has freedom to run in the garden.
04/09/2008
Photo by Rachel Moore