Interesting fact: The Lakes Estate, long one of the most notorious areas in MK has got the highest teenage pregnancy rate in …
MK? Check.
Buckinghamshire? Check.
England? Check… How about…

I love rags-to-riches stories … no – actually, that’s not strictly true. I love no-success-to-massive-success stories. I love to hear about people who pursued some tiny dream which ultimately became the most successful thing they had ever done (inevitably that probably also means money making too, but I don’t care about that – it’s the perseverance and determination that I’m fascinated by).

Anyway, I was recently reading about JK Rowling. Most people would have heard her story about being poor and unknown and then becoming richer than the Queen. But as I read on I was really surprised to read other strands too: her official website says that she wrote in a cafe when her daughter slept and she was on the dole. That was basically it, apparently. But this mutates into other forms: according to the various sites I have read today the cafe was owned by her brother in law who gave her free coffee and food; she was so poor she could only afford one cup of coffee; she wrote in several cafes not just one; her flat was mice infested; she used to write on table napkins nicked from cafes because she couldn’t afford paper….she probably used to walk 8 miles to school with nobbut one clog between her whole family, and that was uphill, and it was raining…

People have sued her for stealing their ideas (and later had the case dropped due to fabricated ‘evidence’); people have called her greedy for such as suing tabloids for printing photos of her young daughter; people have written websites about her birth astrology which apparently was the only deciding factor in the reason why she is now ‘laughing all the way to the bank’ as they put it. People have displayed extreme jealousy, disbelief that so many ideas could have sprung from one person; and it is incredible how the release of each book has broken records previously set only by the last book she wrote. She is astronomically famous and rich, and in such a short time.

But probably the most interesting example of the Inability to Accept the Life of JK Rowling Syndrome is one journalist who has the theory that JK Rowling doesn’t even exist – the name masks a multi-million pound deal between Warner Brothers and the publishers Bloomsbury, the lady who has JK Rowling’s face is really an actress who will one day get tired of her role (NB so what – she certainly has got a good life out of it!) and the stories were written by a close-guarded circle of ghost writers. Its a marketing ploy like so much else we fall for, it was designed to make serious money. JK Rowling doesn’t exist.

Imagine if that were true. How many kids would be so disappointed; how many adults would feel angry and hoodwinked, and how many people would believe the conspiracy was a conspiracy, and that JK Rowling was alive and well and living on the moon with Elvis.

Where would it end? Probably with the crashing-to-earth of JK Rowling in spectacular fashion. There are people out there just waiting for that, and who will be genuinely happy if it happened. I hope that after she’s written her final book(s) she manages to extricate herself gracefully and quietly from fame and just be happy and obscure until she pops her clogs.

I just thought it was really interesting; not to mention sad that for each person who gets very lucky indeed, there are loads of sour people in the world to bring them down. Whether or not you believe the conspiracy story: to be able to cope with that amount of attention and fame, keeping your secret whilst paparazzi go through your rubbish and protecting your home and family against people who would stop at nothing to get their hands on the latest ideas for your next book – all this is an achievement in itself.

I think she exists, anyway, and I think her own story is much more fascinating than second rate wizard stories. I certainly don’t want to bring her down, but I much prefer the Worst Witch stories .


ARGH, GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here I was sitting at my desk and googling my maiden name instead of working (just like Homer Simpson does when he’s at work) when what should I discover but…

Two of my recipes have been published in a vegan cookbook!!!!! OMG!!!! that is so deeply cool.I contributed them this time last year but never heard anything back. Now you can see them in This Book

There are also pictures of my contributions on This Website – my recipes are Celebratory Autumn Porridge and Red Lentil Dhal.

Oh my god it cant be good for the baby for me to be this excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been published

Questions but no answers

I didn’t think I’d be back on here but now I’m glad I kept it open. Blooming myblogsky have been offline for almost a month and I have no idea why; also I cant seem to find any info about it. its really annoying, I much prefer that blog so until its up and running again I will update on here. OK: questions.

Why is myblogsky offline? Am I the only user who cares?

Why do things break when you can least afford them too?

Why has it gone from summer to autumn with no warning?

Why am I writing this when I have so much work to do?

Will it be sunny when we go camping?

Why do I wake up in the night every 2 hours on the dot? Is it to get me prepared for The Future?

Why does all the info say ‘your baby will be responding by kicking to the sound he loves most; his mothers voice’ when whats actually happening is that my baby only kicks to the sound of the pneumatic drill outside my office or when I lean forward. So either it:

  • loves the sound of pneumatic drills (slightly worrying)

  • Thinks mummy’s voice is like a pneumatic drill or vice versa

  •  Hates the sound of pneumatic drills 

Either way the question is: How do ‘They’ know whether the kicks mean ‘I Love’ or ‘I Hate’? 

Is this getting me prepared for not having a clue what my baby wants when it indicates by crying etc?

Isn’t it just kicking?

Is this the first of many moments where one asks oneself; why is my baby not progressing as per the book? *shudder, note to self, dont be like that*

It’s so easy to ‘do it wrong’ when actually I suspect that there’s no ‘right’. Why does having a baby need to be so much more complicated now than it ever used to be?

Is Miriam Stoppard actually resident on this planet? Examples: “Have a wash basin fitted in your nursery if you can” (I mean, why even bother saying this?? Haven’t mothers  – whether they can have one fitted or not – got enough to sort out?) or how about a long paragraph discussing the advantages of disposable nappies and not once mentioning their environmental impact. Not once. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion but where’s the harm in a balanced argument?

Is it just me or do the words ‘avoid pre-prepared salads if you’re pregnant’ just seem a touch over-cautious?

What happened to robust common sense? (side note: my mum looked incredulous the other day when I told her I was going to a demo for real nappies. She said ‘Why do you need a demonstration on how to fold a nappy?’ I guess these days you do as they’ve changed so much since her day, but I could see what she meant. I think common sense could have retired with her generation. If my Mum read some of the stuff thats around these days, she’d laugh her head off.)

If one could just relax about the whole thing and just do what felt right – would it really be so bad?

Why is it so impossible to get a letter from a company when you need one?

Why does one mistake made by one call centre employee (now recitified) make everyone else in the line, regardless of the company they work for, get incredibly confused?

Why do I feel like this only happens to me?

Why does perspective elude me, yet people value my advice?

Oh hang on. I know why all the questions have no answers. It’s so I have something to think about when I wake up at 2, 4 and 6. See? everything has a purpose, the circle of life etc.

I have officially decided to move sites. Goodbye xanga, its been a lengthy, rambling, raging and ranting nearly-three-years. I’ve met some cool people (notably Quiddy) and read some cool blogs (I’m looking at you, blo5ish). But now the end is near. My new blog is up and running – as I said in my previous post, either post a comment on this site or email me to get the link.


I have a new home! Please email me via this site if you would like the link

NB I might not use the new home very long. Xanga has recently been updated with loads of cool features which means I might just be able to sort out what I want from a weblog within xanga. It used to be crap in comparison but suddenly its one of the best free weblogs there is. so…hmm… if i cant change this site I will definitely move. But for now, xanga has a second chance.

I’m in the process of getting a new weblog. But the thing is, I do think xanga might be the best one out there. If you dont know html or any jargonesque stuff like that, with xanga, you dont NEED to. Blogger, eblog etc etc you have to choose from about 4 templates, all of which are really boring, and then you cant change the colours. so looks like I’m stuck here for a bit longer. mmmmm, i dunno. plus my favourite URL is always taken, grr! oh well, watch this space.

In the same vein as Alice’s recent entry about grammar nazis (nazies? nazis’?)…anyway. Yesterday I read this in the Citizen:

How to make a Pumpkin Lantern:

1) Cut the top off the pumpkin (around the top where the stork is. Get an adult to get this done)


A conversation between SBT and I on MSN Messenger, this lunchtime. I am in a bad mood because of various job/ house/ money-related reasons. Plus I just asked for next Monday off because it’s Hallowe’en – the most important Pagan festival in the year – and my boss said  “It would be much better if you didn’t, if that’s possible.” (i.e. no).

Steve says: Hiya darling mate mate darling

Steve just sent you a Nudge!

sevenstars says: hello

Steve says: you have a letter from the RSC

sevenstars says: its just a job description

Steve says: oh

sevenstars says: is there anything else?

Steve says: no mate

sevenstars says: crappy. then the jobs i applied for dont look like i’m in there does it?

sevenstars says:

Steve says: No mate,  shame my special little mate

sevenstars says: i’m in a bad mood today

Steve says: o dear

Steve says: then what i have to say may not go down too well

sevenstars says: oh god, what is it?

Steve says: lol

Steve says: first up why are you in a bad mood?

sevenstars says: no tell me what u have to say

Steve says: no u tell me… etc etc

sevenstars says: go on

Steve says: well i fancied the day off tomorrow as i may have the car (plus i just needed a break from work)

sevenstars says: yeah?

Steve says: and i got it

sevenstars says: that’s good isnt it?

Steve says: well thats not all, i thought well if you are going to have 1 day, you may as well have 3 so I’m off the rest of the week aswell (ducks for cover)

sevenstars says:

Steve says: LOL

sevenstars says: you utter bastard

Steve says: i knew u wouldnt like it