A Day in the Life

Before all of you scream out and say, "My God! I would never have guessed!" and start daubing my house with insults and threatening to beat me up, I should remind you that the word in my blog title is "bibliophile", not the other kind of " phile " which goes around molesting children. I only say this because there was an incident in fairly recent history when, in the UK, a paediatrician was mistaken for a paedophile, simply because people didn't understand the difference in meaning of the two words. Needless to say, people marched to her house demanding that she be thrown out of the neighbourhood. So, I reiterate, I am a commited "bibliophile", which, according to the OED is a "lover or collector of books". So, having cleared that up, perhaps I can tell you what it is like being a voracious reader and collector of books. For a start, one always seems to have the wish to have read everything. But, I can assure you, one thing you w

It has been a while since I've blogged, but this has been because I have been quite busy (at least for me) doing my voluntary work and also working on the film I mentioned not so long ago (See Hollywood Here I Come, parts I & II). And so it came; the big day. Thursday, March 26 th , 2009. The premiere of the film. It was an important night for me as not only was I to give an introductory speech to the film, I had also written some of the voice-over for it and was also having some of my poetry displayed in the foyer of the museum where the film was being screened. So all in all, it was either a pretty nerve-wracking or exciting event for me, depending on how you looked at it. There were seven short films being shown in all. I have to say that ours, of course, was not the only one. It wasn't as if this was all about me, after all (although my ego almost had me believing it at one stage). The films, generally speaking, covered a variety of topics to do with both physical and