The stone building seemed like a castle nestling on a hillside as I drove down a steep hill. Look at that view, the mountains tops have snow on them. In the distance high peaks surrounded the area, topped with a white crown of snow. What a place to live. A woman was walking up the hill as we passed. She was not out of breath, and looked used to the steep. Climb Her face seemed unmoved by her surroundings, just looking at her shoes and dusting her coat with.

The last couple of months have been largely uneventful. In an attempt to deal with the treatment limbo and general boredom, drinking has become my main past time. Luckily, I live in England and had I been living anywhere else people would probably assume I had a drinking problem.

Our first nationwide writing experiment was a huge success, bringing together writers all over the UK in a real and virtual community and a bloody nice book.

The Blog of Writer and Performer Ian Marchant. Perry and I have now moved all the content over to www. Repeated Monday 12th July 3pm.

Some notes towards a life of Spume. I am, as the young people say, gutted.

Inspired by discovering the work of 1930s low-life London chronicler James Curtis, the emphasis is on similar fare from the first half of the 20th Century, but with any excursions outside these boundaries that seem appropriate. Blowupdoll - for femme vocal fans. Performer and author Ian Marchant.

Media, motorcycling, music and many more opinionated mutterings from Mark Williams. Posted by markswill in About me. But I will just obs.

The Books and Book Life of Monique Roffey. I have found blogging hard these last few months. Or perhaps I am just not a blogger, not committed? I have been teaching at Totleigh Barton. With that nice poet Cliff Yates. And that young David Flufeder. A writers house is grubby and full of books. By Carson McCullers, that Amercian prodigy. I like her work very much.