Nicky Bond's Blog, page 40

You'd Think I'd Change the Record...

I've been thinking about representation recently. You know, because the day of the week has a Y in it. So fasten your seatbelts and let's crack on. First of all, the World Cup.

If you can handle the grainy tape
that's been uploaded to YouTube, this
is a spot on way to pass an hour and
seventeen minutes. If you're up for
some Italia '90 nostalgia, that is.Yay, it's the World Cup! Leaving aside the problematic political issues surrounding this event, let's shout, 'Yay it's the World Cup' loudly...

Warning: May Contain Humour and Feels...

Things are ticking along nicely regarding the next book. That's to say, I am so far gone into the process that I can't give up, but whenever I re-read it, it feels like a massive bag of shite. Hey ho, I believe this a perfectly normal stage to go through. Publication is still October, I just have lots of brushing up to do before then.

The 'every word I write is shit' feeling is not unique. All writer's forums talk about the same phenomenon. And as much as my inner critic can be loud at times,...

Keeping it Real on Insta...

I'm not going to lie. I'm still struggling with Instagram.

In terms of breaking global news, I appreciate this isn't much of an issue. But honestly, it's taking me ages to find a comfortable position in which to embrace the photo-posting app into my hectic online life. 

My hashtags of #brown, #1978 and #rockingit are all this picture needs.When I first started, I aimed to post a picture a day. LOLZ. That went out the window after a couple of weeks. Because the problem is, it can't just be...

Memories of Nen...Or Neen...

It's the kind of thing old people say. Especially when giving directions. 'Turn left where the Co-op used to be, straight down to the bottom and then right by the old cinema.' Old people's memories are full of the previous uses of buildings. And now it's starting for me. 

Look, I stand by my previous blogs. Forty is not ancient. Whilst technically it might be classed as middle-aged, it feels a hundred - no a THOUSAND - mental years away from that. Yet this week something happened that'll...

Eurovision and Pastel De Natas ...

Forgive me for not rambling much this week - cue simultaneous explosion of party poppers - but my editing schedule has gone up the wall. Plus, I've run out of clean knickers. I'm sure Alan Whicker and Judith Chalmers had the same problem. Anyway, while I sort all that out, I'll leave you with some pictures. Here's my eye-witness, first-hand account of my Eurovision 2018 experience. 

I'd planned to capture the true nature of the event and bring a personal insight that the B...

Heading to the Portuguese Front...

Happy Bank Holiday Monday, everyone! By the time this 'drops' I'll be sitting on a jammed A-road attempting to leave Wales, along with vast swathes of roof-racked, luggage-laden families. It's a legal requirement after the shenanigans of a UK mini-break. Hey ho, I'll hopefully get home soon.


2009's themed Eurovision buffet.
I particularly like the bowl
of sauerkraut gamely
representing Germany.Indeed, I need a prompt return from my hols. In two days time, I'm gallivanting again. I know, who th...

Seaside Fun Imminent. Bring Coats...

It's countdown to another Bank Holiday, folks. This time next week, we'll be in the final throws of a three-day weekend. (Apologies to non-UK peeps who don't get to experience such fun. We have to get our kicks where we can these days.) 

As I've mentioned before, the Family Bond has a regular jaunt to Wales each May - the first Bank Holiday of May. Returning to a caravan park of our youth, we load up our respective cars with the basic necessities required to survive a cramped, often rainy...

When Legal Jargon Meets a Creative Mind...

You've caught me in the midst of a frustrated tizzy. Can you feel the irritation seeping from me? Can you picture the taut vocal chords as I keep calm with clenched fists? Can you feel me fume? If you haven't guessed it already, yes that's right, I'm attempting to do something technical. God, it's hard.

Not to get all rules and regs on you, but I'm trying to make myself GDPR compliant. I know. Who do I think I am? I can't even say it without thinking of East Germany but that's just my current,...

Ballsed-Up Bread -Tastier Than it Sounds...

After the globetrotting of the past weeks (New York, Paris, Milan… Lisbon, erm Wales?) I am now back in my routine. It’s time to get to work. Obviously it’s not all work and no play, but with my recent glut of away days, I have to get my kicks in less disruptive ways. I need to chillax at the weekend without having to leave my house. I need to unwind in a small way.
And here is my tip to do just that. It’s a recipe. Yeah, check me out going all Nigella on you again. I do like to concoct a...

The Perfect Accompaniment to Mascara Application...

Let's revisit some over-sharing I've done in the past. Bear with, there'll be a logical explanation in a moment.

Sharp-minded memory champs may remember that despite being a feministic woman of the highest order, I also spend a chunk of the day covering my face in coloured grease. Often when I'm in the house alone and planning to see no one but the postman. (I never plan to see the postman, but the fruits of my late night eBay habit kick in with a knock on the door, every few days or so.)...