The Amy Rockson Audio Theatre

The parties have started already (somewhat prematurely). Students mainly, dressed as ghouls, vampires and well, other vaguely "scary" creatures.

It's fun to see. I haven't participated in the whole dressing up for Halloween thing for a while, but I might be tempted next year. In the meantime, I think I'll just treat myself to something from MAC's Rocky Horror range instead ... ha! Any excuse.

Happy Halloween!

 

A certain train company is offering discount trips to Paris... sooo tempted to just jump on board...

Since there's been a bit of a gap since my last recording, this new recording seemed appropriate.

Ironically, silence was a rare commodity, and if you listen carefully you might even be able to hear my cat purring softly in the background...

I'm out of town at the moment...isn't it funny how you notice people more when you are amongst them in a new place, than you do when you're at home?

I was talking to someone recently about how much I love Wilde. He said that he aims to introduce his 5 year old son to the great man as soon as possible. Isn't that brilliant?

What an amazing gift to give a child, an introduction to great literature.

Wilde is one of the people I would have liked to have called my friend - can you imagine how wonderful that would be?

I can't believe it's the end of January already... it doesn't seem long ago when I was putting up my Christmas tree.

I've had an odd start to the year, a bewildering combination of highs and lows... but mainly highs... and I aim to focus on those.

 

Time seems to have flown over the last few weeks.

We're approaching the end of another year, so I thought I'd round it off on a romantic note...well, why not?

Here's wishing happiness, good health and prosperity to my friends and loved ones.

I was strolling along Tottenham Court Road this evening ... and it was another reminder of how lucky I am to live in London.

Clearly times have changed...

 

 

 

 

I spent a lovely Saturday evening at a gathering for an old pal who made a flying visit from Oz.

There wasn't a ruby slipper or yellow brick road in sight ... just news of indignant kangaroos, sap sozzled koalas, and constant BBQs.

 

We all had a fab time - with cocktails aplenty.

I can't believe that we're more than half way through August - the month of my birth.

Here's a bit of Dorothy Parker...