In Perpetuity

The difference between being a writer and being a journalist is what happens to your words. You might want to argue that it’s about intention, purpose. But the bottom line is whether or not you become dismissed, even by the fish’n’chip shop, after a quick glance. And so I was rather thrilled that my eldest’s first go at copy writing, aged nine, should be displayed on a very different medium,…

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I Was Wrong

Guess what? They agreed.

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Publishers

Hmm. So the clock is ticking and suddenly the rush to get the manuscript off into the whirlwind of bookmaking is getting in the way of making it something that people might want to buy. The title is not what we agreed and there’s no time to change it. The endorsements I’ve lined up from influential chefs are now an irritating obstacle on the home run to the printer and…

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Chapter 4. This Little Piggy Went to Market

An email popped up on my screen a few months back inviting our local school to host a Local Sussex Breakfast. All that egg, bacon and sausages subsidised by a government initiative to encourage local food procurement in the public sector, it couldn’t fail I thought as I forwarded it onto the Dinner Lady. I hadn’t realised that an email could do a sharp intake of breath. It wasn’t so…

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Chapter 3. Life is Sweet

Strolling down Church Street with my girls at Brighton Festival time a few years ago, I noticed a hippo made of Smarties making its way towards me. “Ooh look, kids?, I said casually, before pausing to look at the hand-painted ties in Gresham Blake. It was when the girls didn’t even break their step that I realised I had come a long way since window shopping with my mother in…

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