Category Archives: Life on the edge

Break a leg…

Break a leg. As most of us know, it’s a theatrical term wishing a performer good luck. But where did that phrase come from? One theory is that it relates to John Wilkes Booth, the actor who played his most … Continue reading

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Traditional Easter in Greece and – well – other aspects in Britain

Greek Orthodox Easter isn’t always at the same time as the Anglican, Protestant and Catholic festivals. This year it falls a week later, with Easter Sunday being on 28 April. In Symi, the sombre observations of the preceding Holy Week … Continue reading

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– is the day I never know what to do with – including writing grammatical sentences. It’s a hangover, I think, from early childhood when, once a week, the awful prospect of SUNDAY SCHOOL faced me. As if it were … Continue reading

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Lightening the refugee trail

This week I met a young man who had escaped the war in Syria and endured terrifying experiences in order to have a better life. Siblings died, his family was torn apart, access between father and children was denied by … Continue reading

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Imagine how pleased I was to receive this from Totally4Women in 2016

Dear Lynne Thank you for sending in your entry to the T4W/Mangle & Wringer Short Story Competition.  We have spent the weekend reading over all the entries and are delighted to let you know that we all loved your story and therefore … Continue reading

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Marching for Put it to the People…

On right, beloved, Martyn Stead, be-badged and happy. On left, friend Ian Blyth, a chum from Guildford – a chance encounter midst the million plus in central London yesterday. (Me and me bad foot kept me away. Spirit marched every … Continue reading

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Research is a dangerous activity; it can actually stop you writing. So here I am researching my next book, Jigsaw Island, on the Greek Island of Leros. The fourth draft is written, by the way, but you can never be … Continue reading

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