My thoughts about books, writing, life and so many other things….Judy Leigh/ Elena Collins.
Many of you know about my black cat, Colin. Colin Feral. He was renowned for his beautiful green eyes. He wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. Everyone who met him loved him. Colin would climb on my lap, and on my laptop, where he'd edit, delete chapers, send emails, turn it off. He was …
They look adorable but, love them or hate them, cats are control freaks who think they rule the world...
Meet my cats. All three of them. A real handful...
A few nights ago I was doing my Wuthering Heights impression, running around the garden in my pyjamas, shouting and waving my arms, screaming into the darkness as a storm blazed overhead. Cracks of thunder rumbled in the hills as lightning split the skies: everything was illuminated white and then swallowed in shadow again. I …
Perhaps I should start by saying that the only time I sit down conventionally is when I’m writing at the computer. And that is hardly conventional sitting – my cat, Colin, is behind me on my chair, occupying three quarters of the seat, so I am perched on the end, which isn’t a bad thing …
I popped round to my friends’ house yesterday, five minutes away, just up the hill, for a cup of tea and a chat. It was a completely normal nice activity. The weather was glorious so we sat in the garden. Birds twittered and the sun filtered through branches; little clenched buds were beginning to open. …
Majick’s return home after fourteen months’ absence was an incredible surprise, and I was so happy. The wanderer had been reconnected with me via a local vet who phoned my mobile after checking his chip. He’d been brought in by a woman who’d been feeding him for a while and I suspect that she wanted …
He left fourteen months ago, about six weeks after I moved house. I kept him in for the advised few weeks and then he’d been out a few times, coming back for feeds and sleep. Majick Cat had always been a bit of a character – I’d had him for a few years, inherited from …
I love theatre. I love all different types and styles of theatre: Shakespeare, Brecht, Stanislavsky, Artaud, Grotowsky, Meyerhold, Lecoq, agitprop, avant garde, physical theatre, mime, puppetry, theatre of the absurd, naturalism, modernism, post-modernism. I can go on. I love the moment when the lights dim and then it's often a journey of the mind and …
Continue reading How theatre tells us to fear the inadequate life
I haven't given him up. He's special. He's my Majick cat. And since I moved to the wilds of Somerset, he's been the Wanderlust King. I haven't seen him for four weeks but, since he took off that Thursday morning with a gleam in his eye, I knew he had his sights set on a …
That quintessence of dust 