At the time of beginning this post, I am sat in the "Commissariat de Police du 7e" - i.e. the police station. I specify at the time of beginning, because I'd bloody better not be here long enough to write a whole one of my novella-posts. It's pretty dingy; I can feel the slatted aluminium... Continue Reading →
Biting The Bullet
After months of dithering and beating around the bush (yes, both), I FINALLY bit the bullet - and signed up for an acting class. Just a short course, four weeks or so but it’s certainly a step in the right direction. This isn’t a new thing for me, exactly: I have been passionate about acting... Continue Reading →
Adventures of an Anglaise 