BLOGGING HOURS CURTAILED......

Good news for my bank manager. Blogging hours will be curtailed as of now due to extra professional duties teaching media relations to students at a local university. Good news for me as sitting at home all day in front of computer in splendid isolation is not good for soul.
Only one day a week but enough to keep wolves with very sharp teeth from door.
Pre-Christmas duties also in Hebden Bridge shop. Should still find time to comment on important events but also wish to broaden horizons. Have just come across excellent blog called A World To Win. Clearly written by people with more time than I to gather their thoughts and statistics. I plan to read it regularly and recommend you do the same.
http://aw2w.blogspot.com/
PS: Very odd today being in college environment. Felt about 1000 years old . Last time I was in a classroom, about 1984, coloured felt-tip pens were all the rage. Onward to Powerpoint.....

GRIM IN GRUB STREET .......

Well, that's the trauma of being 50 over with. Still looks awful in black and white. My thanks to friends for Armani perfume, antique jewellery, gold bracelet, and bottles of wine which along with a jolly curry in Todmorden helped soften the blow. No doubt I will continue to waste money on wrinkle creams and potions because, as every woman knows, we still continue to be seduced by the evils of the cosmetics industry. Even lefties like me.
Ageism also continues to be more of a problem for women than men and from henceforth my CV will be subtly edited . The journalism industry is particularly harsh when it comes to mid-life work opportunities. Most of my contemporaries, however talented, simply get sidelined or kicked out of staff jobs once past 45. So more often than not you have to take what you can get ie hack writing in the interests of paying bills.
Freelances , despite what you may think, are ( especially outside London) often grossly underpaid. Indeed, if I COULD turn back the clock, I doubt I would have gone down the journalism road at all. Still, we are where we are and that means the next few hours will be spent waxing lyrical about the Hat Museum in Stockport. John Pilger, eat your heart out......