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Andrew Motion and his encouraging gin problem

I went to see Andrew Motion reading his poetry at his alma mater St Anne’s College, Oxford, courtesy of the Oxford University Poetry Society, a few nights ago. I have seen him read before and he reads beautifully. He also

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Milking the maggots

Not to milk the maggots — although what a gift they were — but I did get some interesting responses to my post. Some readers were kind enough to comment on the post right here on the blog, and that’s

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Maggots. The gift that keeps on giving. From my mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law may not have realised it when she gave me maggots for Christmas, but they were just what I needed most in my life. Maggots. Lots of them. All dead. Just before I opened her present, she did warn

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What not to do in Poetry Class

Bollocks. Why do I take these risks? I forget that the stakes are quite high in these places and that it matters, or at least it does to me, how I feel when I go out the door. I’m talking

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Valentine’s Day with truffles, Hugh Grant and lots of bedtime action – my Point-of-View

I can’t like Valentine’s day. If you need to show your love for your lover on a designated day, IT’S ALL OVER. It’s impossible to celebrate your unique bond in any restaurant in which a dozen or more other couples

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Come back god, all is forgiven – in the third person

The first time I understood that it  is all up to me – life, etc – was the first full day of my first child’s life. On the seventh floor of the hospital I watched her sleeping and fumbled with

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DO throw the baby out with the bathwater, or at least ALL his clothes

Once upon a time I threw Standpipe’s clothes out of the window. It was Friday night, we had one child and we were having friends round. I didn’t need help cooking but in my mind I had pencilled him in

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The self-cleaning loo and the origins of creativity

When we had just one baby, more than a decade ago, a book was published saying – again – that despite the gains of feminism, women were still doing far more cooking and cleaning at home than men. I heard

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Dull and lifeless? How some Dutch verbal can help

We were on holiday and having a drink before supper in a hotel. My friend Amphora and I were discussing our hair. ‘I should have washed mine,’ I said. ‘Stop worrying,’ said Amphora, just as her partner Schmutter joined us.

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A question of character

No one is telling me anything funny about fannies at the moment. It can’t be because they’re all reading the blog and running scared of becoming my next victim. Sorry, I mean, ‘subject’. They’re probably just busy with other areas.

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