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To celebrate a certain person’s early-to-mid-thirties birthday (his 39th) , we went to the National Theatre to see London Assurance, which was extremely good until any of the younger cast members spoke at which point it became reedy and meagre. This is us, all giddy with anticipation in the one of the upper foyers:

Afterwards, we had a stressful, race-against-closing, dim sum feast which flustered Richard (above, centre). The second of our two teas was excellent. No alcohol until Maundy Thursday. Those are the rules.

Hannah :: Mar.05.2010 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

We sat in the sun by a white cat and ate meatballs.

It is a glorious day in March, and I am hoping to reconnect this afternoon with Bethnal Green. Pick up the post, at least. Maybe rescue a vase, or some lentils. We had some (potentially) good Glastonbury information arrive today. Maybe I will be offering a poetic response to the abolition of slavery in June.

Yesterday was an AFD.

The stern sway of Mistress Mead might yet be broken

Hannah :: Mar.27.2007 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

In a tartan mini-skirt and high-heeled boots.
To meet some lonely Welsh farmers.

News just in: one of the lonely farmers has some sick cows, so I’m postponing until Wednesday. Hopefully they’ll still be lonely by then.

Hannah :: Jan.28.2007 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

The urgency I feel after a late night frozen tuna steak dinner is akin to the urgency of her prose.

You know, I really ought to invite her round for dinner at Chilts. We can discuss her stories. And I can chip in with some ideas for new ones. I’ll do tuna. Fresh.

It should be a great night. Donna Tartt is coming.

She’s a whole lot of fun.

Hannah :: Jan.28.2007 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

This is me, last year (I think) becoming one with the setting sun:

As you can see, I can be very spiritual at times, when I’m not watching CSI Miami or drinking Chenin Blanc. Having no TV helps with cutting down on CSI Miami, but having a post-Christmas “CH”-themed party tends to leave a place scattered with Chenin Blanc, Chardonnay, and Chablis.

Hannah :: Jan.28.2007 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

And I am in bed. We had a washing machine delivered today, and had to shift books for it. A row happened on the stairs, not entirely my fault, although I have to admit I am a little low today. Not hugely low – and I’m not usually low – but there’s something in the air. Maybe it’s due to our trip to Roman Road Market. Bought a silver dress that I’ll use for the farmers, and six shallow orange glass bowls. They are in the dishwasher.

I am in bed reading a book about cons.

x

Hannah :: Jan.27.2007 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

A Bangkok wedding, spoiled ever so slightly by Bangkok mosquitoes:

No high-kicks for me on the dance floor. Just loose-flowing, floor-length fabrics and lotion.

Hannah :: Dec.01.2006 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »

The artic cold snap has abated and now there is rain. Superlatively comforting, kindly, friendly rain.

Now it’s not so cold, the birds on the continent are ready to fly. And they’re bringing H5N1 with them. I wonder what we’ll do in London when the pigeons start dropping out of the sky?

Watching CSI – again. A soporific. In future I’ll leave it until the old people’s home.

There are dying hyancinths on the table.

I think I shall go to bed after the killer has confessed.

hannahborno :: Mar.07.2006 :: Uncategorized :: 3 Comments »

last monday was the saddest day of the year anyway.

Burnt some oud.

Smelled the hyancinths..

Watched Big Brother, and almost immediately afterwards regretted doing so.

Alone and neglected.

hannahborno :: Jan.28.2006 :: Uncategorized :: 4 Comments »

Rose at 12.42.

Disgusted by the late hour I stayed in bed drinking lapsang and reading Red Dragon by Thomas Harris. Then went to the Salvation Army by cab to give them some of my possessions. The hawk eyed women behind the counter pounced on them. I left as they were siphoning off the computer games into their handbags. Bought some durien, had a coffee, came back cold and drained. Sorted beads – tiny colourful ones which I scraped out of the wrong container twice – and then suddenly it was 20.54. Wondered why I lived the day.

I shall now tune into celebrity big brother to watch george Galloway’s raging narcissistic personality disorder get the better of him once again.

It is going to be below freezing tomorrow.

hannahborno :: Jan.23.2006 :: Uncategorized :: No Comments »