A few years ago I sat down and wrote a poem that reflected the frustration I was feeling with combining a career with parenthood. Before I share it with you, I should state that Mr Kent does his fair share of heavy lifting when it comes to family life – I definitely don’t have to…
Category archives: poetry
What every woman wants for Christmas
Darling, don’t buy me a Dyson When you’re out Christmas shopping this year There’s something else I’ve got my eyes on But it seems that my hints are not clear Sweetie, do not buy me saucepans I don’t care how special they are And I would think twice, if you think it is nice To…
Comedy and Palliative Care
“What we’re going to do”, said Bel, “is put the FUN in fundraising!” Corny, yet memorable words from a friend who coupled living with an incurable form of cancer with raising money for the charities that were caring for her. It is something I have never forgotten and her legacy lives on not just in…
What your recycling bin is actually called
One of the things I get great pleasure out of when performing is to ask the audience how their recycling gets done. You may not be surprised to know that in Henley, the recycling bins have lids so that you can discretely hide your alcohol intake or cover up the fact that you have not…
Showing the Love for Local Radio
Thanks to BBC Radio Berkshire I had the very exciting experience that was performing on stage at the After Dark Club in Reading (previously graced by the likes of Supergrass and Manic Street Preachers and leapt off by me in a bout of drunken excitement decades before). The event was the War of the Words…
Before
Before testosterone takes hold And stubble grows upon your cheekBefore your voice descends an octaveCould I forever hold this week Before the scent of little boySlips away like grains of sandBefore your chest and shoulders broadenCould I forever hold your hand Before your sleepy tousled hairIs tamed into a grown-up styleBefore your giggle turns to…