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About Me

Always thought that middle age started when you turned forty but now that I have passed that particular milestone I realise that middle age of course does not start till the age of 60! Phew, I've a while to go, then...Chronic insomniac, so I'm often to be found posting my blogs at 3 in the morning. That's probably why they often make no sense at all....Photographer's wife for the past 18 years, mother of two beautiful, gorgeous, annoying, challenging and wonderful girls of 11 & 9, and owner/manager of Richard Kerber Photography in North London.Started to have a mid-life crisis a couple of years ago(tell you about it someday) but then went to see the Ian McNabb/Icicle Works gig in London on Dec 13 2007 and had a moment of revelation. The old energy, passion and sheer enjoyment of life is ALL STILL THERE! We just have to find what brings it back, and then keep doing it! (That's the hard part).I'm still crazy about music, images, words and ideas. My head is still full of dreams and my heart full of laughter and I don't ever want to lose that. I'm an old romantic but still young enough to laugh at myself! Grateful thanks to "Boots" for that little bit of magic.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Lots of people I'd like to meet but I would probably get completely starstruck and tongue-tied. Everything would go out of my head, I'd mumble incoherently and they'd think I was a complete numbskull. I met my musical hero Ian McNabb and the best I could manage (after I'd been thoroughly hugged and kissed by him, mind) was "Ian, would you mind signing my CD please" and "It was great tonight". Hardly memorable stuff. In future I'll just have to write all my questions down beforehand and show them my notebook!Look below in interests for other musicians I'd like to meet.

My Blog

Contemplating Angels - A poem

Just finished writing this; it may need to be tweaked or improved:CONTEMPLATING ANGELSOn a day like today, lashed in rain washed greyWhere the storm clouds race and chase in the skyWhen the light glow...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:01:00 GMT

Restless Heart (A poem)

Haven't put a poem on here for a while, so here's one hot off the presses. I've been working on another one but not finished it yet. Will do in the next few days but, as sometimes happens, a new one...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:53:00 GMT

Holidays, friends, Jimmy Rae, a heron on a roof and a cow on a bridge

Here I am again on the day after returning from holiday. As usual, life recently has been a whirlwind, punctuated with some memorable images.The rundown to our holiday featured much sociability but i...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 09:24:00 GMT

Catching up

Haven't blogged for a while so as I had a spare five minutes ....Have been having quite a sociable time of it recently and it's been nice to catch up with friends. Got some more catching up to do but...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jul 2009 00:49:00 GMT

Nightrush - A poem

I had this word, "nightrush" in my head for a few days. It seemed important somehow, so I thought for a while about what it might mean, and came up with this. I put it on the blog late Friday night w...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:26:00 GMT

Ian McNabb's "MySpace" gig at my house, 13 June. SHABBA !

I'm not sure I should be doing this right now. My head is still reeling from the events of last night into this morning and I'm thinking maybe I should wait and gather my thoughts, but hey, why do th...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 11:03:00 GMT

Amsterdam gig review 30/5/09

Oh. My. God. Every time I think Amsterdam can't get any better, they pull out all the stops just that tiny bit further and blow me away all over again.They were appearing at the Water Rats in Londo...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 02:34:00 GMT

The Ghost of Isobel Hall (A poem)

A few nights ago I was having a dream that I was in a cafe or tearoom on a cliff overlooking the sea, in Cornwall (don't ask how I know it was in Cornwall, it just was!) giving a poetry recital. I w...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 16:06:00 GMT

Cold (A poem)

A bit of a work in progress, this. I put the poem on the blog on Saturday morning and then made a few changes in the evening. It may well change again.ColdI have come to this place to feel coldAt th...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 23:32:00 GMT

A Bucketful of Holes (a poem)

Thanks again to Mike Secret for the inspiration.This little poem really represents what I'd love to hear someone to say to me. I guess we all feel like most of the time we're running to stand still, ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 07:30:00 GMT