Desert Island Discs

Hello I’m Kirsty Young. Thank you for downloading this transcript of Desert Island Discs from BBC Radio 4. For more information about this program please click on our link Desert Island Discs . My castaway today is Ann Webber, known well to most of you who read this blog but completely and utterly unknown to the wider world. Before we went on air she quipped, “I’ll never have … Continue reading Desert Island Discs

Cristes Maesse

Merry Christmas! Or as it was first recorded in Saxon 1038, Cristes Maesse! I’m home at Foxtwist, allowed day release from the physiotherapy gulag, where I’ve spent the last four months camped out amongst the floor mats, mini weights and therabands. I’m enduring multiple, repeated manual shoulder manipulations, interspersed by tortuous exercise sets. You’ll be pleased to know I’m doing our Antipodean reputation for bloody-getting-on with-it … Continue reading Cristes Maesse

Collecting Autumn

I’m watching a grey squirrel push hazelnuts into our lawn. She’s bouncing from patch to patch, rejecting various locations before choosing a spot to drop her autumnal treasure. She twitches and skips, momentarily freezing her impressively bushy tail  as she catches me spying. Then she bends, pawing through the fallen leaves pushing winter’s sustenance into her turf-pantry. On the endangered species scale, squirrels are classified as “of least concern” and this perfectly sums her attitude … Continue reading Collecting Autumn

The Anglicisation of Annie

I think I’m turning Englishese, I think I’m turning Englishese, I really think so. It’s true. I said “smashing!” this week without conscious thought.  I didn’t exclaim to any designer clad, Verve Clicquot guzzling wannabe. No, I said it in Waitrose to a olive and green clad employee who I know is too well trained to even privately roll her eyes and think”wanker”. Suddenly I realised I’ve been minutely … Continue reading The Anglicisation of Annie

On the Fringe

30,000 performances 2,000 shows 464 venues 4 pain killers/day Half the number of functioning upper limbs If the Edinburgh Fringe Festival flogged bespoke T-shirts mine would read “I survived Ed Fringe with a broken arm”.  I’d be a proud but exhausted wearer, my fractured shoulder suspended inside the garment, empty sleeve flapping in victory. Under the Fringe festival archway, I’d thank GlaxoSmith Kline, codeine manufacturer to the feeble and my friend Sally … Continue reading On the Fringe

A Shetland Summer

  “This is yourrr Captain speaking. We’re about to descend into Sumburgh. But dinnae panic if I ascend again. I mey need to circle severrral times depending on grrround conditions.” Get a seat on the left, Alison had advised. The view flying into Shetland is lovely. Window seat 14A, second to last row, behind a wing I cannot see and hope has not fallen off.  Isn’t … Continue reading A Shetland Summer

Welcome to my Humble Home

Elizabeth Bennett is one of literature’s sacred cows, ardent admiration, greatest regard, highest esteem the only acceptable reactions to her feisty disposition and steadfast adherence to superior principle. But I have always been slightly suspicious of Miss Bennett, in particular her sudden appreciation for Mr. Darcy, blossoming as it did just after she spied the magnificence of Pemberley… gold–gilt digger (written in a whisper). Lizzie! Lizzie! Forgive … Continue reading Welcome to my Humble Home