In view of today’s media reports about her son Charlie Gilmour, Polly Samson would like to clarify the following inaccuracies: Charlie Gilmour was charged with violent disorder for two incidents: for kicking the window of Top Shop, and for throwing a bin in the direction of the vehicles in the Royal convoy. There was no [...]
This is my friend the legendary publisher Tom Maschler with Simona, a goat he was given on his birthday (the goat’s the pretty one). His birthday was at a restaurant high in the Luberon mountains where time has stood still since the middle-ages and we celebrated by eating bits of Simona’s relatives. A list of [...]
I’ve become addicted to my Bella Freud sweaters/jumpers, whatever they’re called. I don’t do much sweating or jumping in them so perhaps they’re pullovers. I have three so far though not the highly collectable Ginsberg is God one (though give me time and I’ll succumb). My favourite is black, very fine Merino wool, with teal blue stars [...]
I think we’ve reached the point where we need a new word for “friend” and it’s all Facebook’s fault. I’m the new girl in the playground of Facebook and what a wonderful displacement activity it is proving to be but the first thing that strikes me about it is that the word “friend” has become totally [...]
I don’t know how this happened. Charlie is 21 today! How can I be the mother of someone of 21 when I’m only 29 myself? And where did all the years go? We have bought him a desk for his birthday (really it’s what he asked for). It’s Victorian and intricately carved with green men [...]
Two things seem to be happening today. One is the continuing playground battle being waged on the comments pages of Amazon. I’m feeling a a tad sorry for poor Felicia Double-barrelled of Staines now. But on the day I was interviewed by the Observer F D-B’s caustic review was enough to change the chemistry of [...]
Please look away now if you’re not an urban dog owner because this blog is emphatically not for you. It’s about picking up shit. OK? Still here? Picking up shit is something I’ve been forced to confront ever since we moved with our dogs to a house without a garden so has been much on my mind. I’m [...]
This made us all laugh today. David being so fierce on my behalf and my stunning stepdaughter Sara pictured sitting on my lap like a ten-year-old. Sara, by the way, is no longer a model but a fashion stylist, talented as well as beautiful. I’ve been her stepmummy (we decided very early on that “stepmother” [...]
This is Eve. In this polystyrene version she’s possibly a little chunky but lovely all the same. The original (without the addition of the snake twining itself suggestively up her leg or the apple) is the prettier of a pair of caryatids supporting a marble fireplace in the café of the V & A whose beautiful face [...]
Halloween today and my children will nag to be allowed to go trick or treating and as usual I’ll be the witchy old thwarter who won’t let them. I can’t bear the idea of all that begging for sweets and frightening old ladies. I usually ban it on the grounds of its being an American tradition [...]
No sooner do I write a post about it – Ossie’s green glass vase/goldfish bowl – then there it is before my eyes on the Rob Brydon show. Perhaps blogging about it is equivalent to some sort of wish-fulfillment spell – it does make me wonder – for we’ve ebayed incessantly my children and I [...]
Anyone else dread placement? Are your evenings blighted when someone other than you decides on the arranged marriage of who you’re to sit beside and converse with at dinner? What usually happens to me is that David gets put between the two most beautiful women in the room and I get the warty uncle or [...]
When I was first with David I lived with him at his house in Little Venice. It was a proper rockstar sort of a house with a ghost and a cold stone staircase and by the front door an ornamental pond designed by the yet-to-be-hip David Adjaye. My brother put his single elderly goldfish into the [...]
Here is my one and only item of Chanel clothing. Reading Justine’s biography of Coco has brought it back into my mind and from the far recesses of the guest room wardrobe. However much I’m fascinated by Coco Chanel the woman – rags to riches tales being as enjoyable to adults as stories with dead mothers [...]
My friend Justine Picardie has been telling me for some time now that writing a blog is not remotely like showing the rest of the class your knickers. She says it’s a great way to share the things that make you happy (though I’m expecting to throw in the occasional niggle here). Justine and I [...]
- @stellduffy she said she'd never do it again. Was such a tribute to Josephine Hart that she did.
- Edge by Sylvia Plath (written 6 days before her suicide). http://t.co/n50N4dpuKW
- Brave and moving reading by Frieda Hughes of Sylvia Plath's Edge at the Josephine Hart Poetry Hour tonight. Thank you @thepoetryapp
- @lahossner @BelgianWaffling it is so good isn't it? Bet you don't put it down again until it is done! @DoughtyLouise #appletreeyard
- @katelordbrown it's the second year. Loveliest lit fest ever.
- @heawood and the soda bread! I'm in heaven.