Black Widow

A friend described me today as ‘the black widow of literature’.  I think I rather like that name. *Cue wicked witch-like cackle* Perhaps I could have it as an epitaph when I kick the bucket?  I suppose I’d have to knock off a few more novelists though, so that the title sticks. Either that or I could have a go at writing crime fiction?

I am now half way through reading ‘The Growing Pains Of Adrian Mole’.  

Public Health Warning

Today I watched the entire 1985 series of ‘The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged Thirteen And Three Quarters’.

I was half way through episode two when I began thinking that Adrian looked a bit like Harry Potter: I don’t know if this was because of the specs, the English accent, or the fact that I was used to seeing his mother (aka Julie Walters) playing the part of Molly Weasley.

I still cannot believe Sue Townsend is dead.  The woman is – sorry, was – a genius.  And that’s the third time I have started reading a book just days before the author has died.  Four years ago this happened with JD Salinger and ‘Catcher In The Rye’.  Before that it was Janet Frame and ‘Faces In The Water’.  Perhaps I should come with a public health warning?!