They make heading back to work so much more enjoyable, especially when getting to work involves a glorious bike ride next to the river Dart along a beautiful cycle path! We are a skeleton crew in the office today, and all a little pink from exposure to the hot stuff this weekend! And already we've had exciting goings-on in the media for some of our Ways with Words stars!
Firstly, an adaptation of Martin Amis's Money started on BBC 2 last night. Perfect preparation for his talk on Friday 9th July. Catch it again on BBC iplayer
Secondly, Lucy Worsley spoke to Fi Glover on Saturday Live this weekend. Lucy will be at Dartington on Friday 16th July discussing the court of King George II at Kensington Palace and all the treachery, skullduggery and politics that went on there. Listen again to the BBC Radio 4 show here
Last, but by no means least, you may well have heard Dorothy Rowe on Start the Week with Andrew Marr this morning. Dorothy is speaking at two events at the festival. One will be discussing the notion of lying. The other will focus on, and be a forum to discuss ideas for taking charge of your life. Listen to her on Start the Week here
That's all for now folks!
F x
Monday, 24 May 2010
Friday, 21 May 2010
Ways with Words in Telegraph
Watch out for the Telegraph tomorrow, Saturday 22nd May...they are running a big feature on Ways with Words! We're looking forward to all the publicity and expect the phone lines to continue to ring out through the office through the weekend and on into Monday morning.
Michael Holroyd once stated that the literary festival was dead - here he fights for the opposite corner. Read all about why Ways with Words ranks among his favourite festivals here
General booking has been manic to say the least! Several events have sold out, namely Shirley Williams, Ian McEwan and Simon King and others are running dangerously low, so if you want to see Melvyn Bragg, Anthony Emery, Robert Sackville-West, Martin Bell and Jeremy Hardy, you'd better be quick! No one is calling at the moment so take advantage of the free phone line....too late!
Michael Holroyd once stated that the literary festival was dead - here he fights for the opposite corner. Read all about why Ways with Words ranks among his favourite festivals here
General booking has been manic to say the least! Several events have sold out, namely Shirley Williams, Ian McEwan and Simon King and others are running dangerously low, so if you want to see Melvyn Bragg, Anthony Emery, Robert Sackville-West, Martin Bell and Jeremy Hardy, you'd better be quick! No one is calling at the moment so take advantage of the free phone line....too late!
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
On your marks, get set....
General booking opens online at 00.01 tonight so I hope you'll all be poised by your computers in order to take advantage of what will probably be the quietest period of booking! Events are selling fast but there is still time to nab a ticket for your favourite speaker or author - not to worry, festival Friends haven't taken all of them in the priority booking week - although let that be an incentive to subscribe next year!
We interns are being truly swamped with the amount of postal votes coming in daily, which is encouraging but needs many a cup of tea and a couple of custard creams (per hour) to keep going with the requisite energy.
Also on the agenda: getting the word out about our bursaries for students aged 17-25 to local schools and colleges, and organising the rota for the stewards who will be helping out at the festival.
And now I'm going to go and calm down after a phone conversation with a very grumpy woman who thought the best way to solve the confusing mess she'd made of her booking form was by shouting at me. A custard cream should do the trick.
We interns are being truly swamped with the amount of postal votes coming in daily, which is encouraging but needs many a cup of tea and a couple of custard creams (per hour) to keep going with the requisite energy.
Also on the agenda: getting the word out about our bursaries for students aged 17-25 to local schools and colleges, and organising the rota for the stewards who will be helping out at the festival.
And now I'm going to go and calm down after a phone conversation with a very grumpy woman who thought the best way to solve the confusing mess she'd made of her booking form was by shouting at me. A custard cream should do the trick.
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
Students go FREE at Ways with Words!!
Calling all students! Are you:
If the answer to those questions is 'yes' you could be eligible to attend the festival for free on one of the bursaries that Ways with Words offers to young students each year.
To be considered, you will need to:
For more information, contact Jo or Gemma on 01803 867373 or office@wayswithwords.co.uk, or download an application pack from our webite www.wayswithwords.co.uk
Get in touch, people!
Fi x
- Aged 17-25?
- Passionate about books?
- Intrigued by new ideas?
- Fancy hearing and engaging with the likes of Giles Coren, Ian McEwan, Andrew Motion, Tracy Chevalier, Lynn Barber, Martin Bell and Brian Moore?
- Feeling a bit poor?
If the answer to those questions is 'yes' you could be eligible to attend the festival for free on one of the bursaries that Ways with Words offers to young students each year.
To be considered, you will need to:
- Have a lively interest in literature
- Be allowed time off school/college during the period of the festival.
- Be based in Devon and in full-time education
- Be aged 17-25
For more information, contact Jo or Gemma on 01803 867373 or office@wayswithwords.co.uk, or download an application pack from our webite www.wayswithwords.co.uk
Get in touch, people!
Fi x
Monday, 17 May 2010
Back once again for 2010!
Well, hello!
Internal Thoughts is back for Ways with Words 2010. A new programme of events, new speakers and four new interns to share with you their experiences of the run-up to Dartington. Here, we will share with you all the fun, chaos and mayhem involved in organising the ten-day festival, as well as keeping you up-to-date with the latest news and giving you a taste of things to come.
News in brief:
Well, that's all for now - I'm just going to play with a few blog settings and then head back to the sea of paper that is the box office table - and general bookings hasn't even opened yet!
Bye for now,
Fi
Internal Thoughts is back for Ways with Words 2010. A new programme of events, new speakers and four new interns to share with you their experiences of the run-up to Dartington. Here, we will share with you all the fun, chaos and mayhem involved in organising the ten-day festival, as well as keeping you up-to-date with the latest news and giving you a taste of things to come.
News in brief:
- Friends of the Festival, alert! Priority booking is well underway with several events selling like hot cakes (Shirley Williams, Ian McEwan) and the boat trip with Kate Adie is already nearly sold out! General booking, and internet booking opens this Thursday 20th May.
- Check us out on Facebook! New Twitter page to come soon!
- As well as us interns, WWW has two new additions to the team: Kay's daughter Chloe, and her partner Videl Bar-Kar have joined us from the glamorous worlds of Channel 4 and classical music. Based in London, they bring their media and business experience to help ensure WWW stays innovative and fresh.
Well, that's all for now - I'm just going to play with a few blog settings and then head back to the sea of paper that is the box office table - and general bookings hasn't even opened yet!
Bye for now,
Fi
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Martin Rowson - Comic Genius
Check out the following site for a hilarious look at Martin Rowson's comic genius:
http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=martin+rowson&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=4YRUSriDC8mZjAfqztWSCQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4
Copy and paste the above into your search-engine.
Some cartoons may cause offence!
http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=martin+rowson&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=4YRUSriDC8mZjAfqztWSCQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4
Copy and paste the above into your search-engine.
Some cartoons may cause offence!
Monday, 6 July 2009
OK, here are all the installments of our story plus the latest addition!
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1. Once upon a time there was a midshipman known by the name of Lancelot "Lucky" Liddleton who resided in Liverpool when he was not on his travels. The astute reader will have more than gathered by now that the letter L is significant to Lance (as his better half Mrs Lydia Liddleton liked to refer to him) and that contrary to his middle moniker, life presented numerous problems whose origins appeared to stem from the twelfth letter in the alphabet...
2. Little did "Lucky" Lance Liddleton know, that his lack of luck came largely from his licentious lust of all things lady-like. Poor Lydia Liddleton, who so dearly loved Lance, that when he left Liverpool on his longboat "The Leviathan", she would languidly lie in loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving. But, our lying Lothario Lance, was sacked from the longboat for being lazy, and spent his time in Leicester looking for loose ladies, the loser. Whilst in Leicester late one July, Lucky Lance found himself facing legal action linking him to libelous loquacity. Our lowly, unlikeable Lance wondered what it was he had let slip...
3. Had he lied to a Lord? Leered at a Lady? He lurched back to his lodgings, lolled through he door, and lo! Lying in the lobby was a letter, light but lethal. The libel-claiming loon was about to let on! Was it a litigious lord? A la-di-da lady? Little by little he leaned and he looked and he learned…
Many moons, moaned M,
Have I mooched below L,
Whereas I am, in point of fact, master!
Why all things malevolent
March forth with M,
I am monstrous, and madden much faster!
Why else maggots and malice,
Manure, mould and mumps,
Why else mad cows, mosquitoes and mud?
Too long you’ve allowed
Lance by ‘L’ to be cowed
When in fact, as a letter, he’s dud!
So make up your mind –
Who will be your main man?
Move maturely, be manful, pick well.
But a word in your ear
(though the matter is clear)
Only manifest madmen choose L!
A massive, maroon M concluded the missive, and Lance was much moved. This was the mysterious mugger of his peace of mind! He was motionless on the mat. What should he do? Avoid melons and motorcars and men for the rest of his miserable life? Or Lydia, ladies and lunch? He was still lying lethargically and moaning morosely when suddenly -
4. Well, the question;
how to continue....
..stretched Lance's every sinew
What could he say..
..could he there stay?
So Leicester was to be replaced
for he thought an island was the place
to recover his guile
in a far and lonely isle!
The internet was checked
and his suitcase bedecked
with things for hot sunny days
A ticket was booked
and his passage looked
assured, far, and away
So he got to the airport
without any more thought
He searched for his flight
and all went to delight
Check-in was done
Baggage under a tonne
Seat belt strapped in
Just about to begin.......when,
there on the flight! A fright!.....
5. But enough about Lance for the moment - wouldn't you like to know more about Mrs Lydia Liddleton? Fed-up to the eye-teeth with her husband's disregard for her feelings, she was discovering her love for husband "Lucky" Lance Liddleton was on the wane. No more did she wish to succumb to lying languidly in ‘loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving’! Not for her any longer the inertia of sorrow as her husband cavorted round the globe on the bosom of a loose lady.
Ire fermenting in her head, Lydia is oblivious to the streets of Leicester as she storms down the avenue of broken dreams, but with a sudden, some would say inevitable, bump, she finds herself flat on her pert posterior, skirts bunched in her lap, as in front of her the magnificent Malcolm Muniche proffers his hand…
6. All that she could learn of him at first sight, through her tear-induced lippitude, was a marvellously moliminous moustache, bristling endearingly through her miasma of grief. Mrs Lydia Liddleton lowered her eyes, and accepted the hand, a hand that was moist and meaty, her own hand lithe and slender held lightly in his grasp. Finally, the meaningful meeting of eyes, lasting lingeringly before Lydia turned away for a second time.
7. She had known that the Abecedarian-Zealots would send such mystagogue into the midst of her lonely, lexiphanic life, and came quietly. But that in her head, silently cursed her luckless matrimony “What has that ludicrously logoleptic, labrose, liliputimous, Lancelot Liddleton said now?!”
Later that evening, she was lead, a little more languorously but still cursing her idiot-husband, into the Grand Chamber of the awful A-Z zealots...
What could they want from Her??
8. Passion propelled her past the onerous O into a place of plenty,plumetting past pride into p...p...p..p, no my lady, not prostitution, but positions portrayed in more purple prose than this story permits. So we'll pause a while to leave the good lady to enjoy her passionate embraces in privacy.
9. Peace,save perhaps for the prophecy of the patter of tiny pedated protruberances sired by Malcolm Muniche. Oh Malcolm, is paternity what you had in mind?
10. We have lingered on Lydia long and left Lucky Lance. Does the reader recall his attempted flight from M, motherland and his much-martyred marital mate? Does the reader recall the fright awaiting him on his flight? Well…
Lance was a seaman, and as such used to more basic onboard facilities. He’d never been on a state-of-the-art Getaway Airlines flight, and didn’t realise that, along with free cashews, undersized beverages and hot towels, Getaway Airlines provided top speed in-flight broadband. Lance was tickled pink and flicked on the screen with great gusto – but oh! The person before him – an individual of quite unparalleled taste and intelligence – had been reading the Ways With Words Interns’ blog!
Lance glanced, then gazed, then gaped. Oh, Lydia, Lydia! Lance lowered his eyes in shame. He was leaving the loveliest lady in Liverpool – and leaving her, moreover, to the malicious, malodorous Malcolm Muniche!
He jumped up, scattering complementary nuts and miniature bottles of tonic water. He charged down the aisles – not even hesitating for his hand luggage – and out the terminal doors into the drizzling afternoon. But to him it seemed like the sweetest sunshine, blessed and beautiful, for in it dwelt his lady love!
He pounded the pavements, heart pumping, praying that his perfect partner would be where he left her (if you remember - lying languidly in loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving…). Once more he lurched back to his lodgings, lolled through the door, and lo!
______________________________________________________
1. Once upon a time there was a midshipman known by the name of Lancelot "Lucky" Liddleton who resided in Liverpool when he was not on his travels. The astute reader will have more than gathered by now that the letter L is significant to Lance (as his better half Mrs Lydia Liddleton liked to refer to him) and that contrary to his middle moniker, life presented numerous problems whose origins appeared to stem from the twelfth letter in the alphabet...
2. Little did "Lucky" Lance Liddleton know, that his lack of luck came largely from his licentious lust of all things lady-like. Poor Lydia Liddleton, who so dearly loved Lance, that when he left Liverpool on his longboat "The Leviathan", she would languidly lie in loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving. But, our lying Lothario Lance, was sacked from the longboat for being lazy, and spent his time in Leicester looking for loose ladies, the loser. Whilst in Leicester late one July, Lucky Lance found himself facing legal action linking him to libelous loquacity. Our lowly, unlikeable Lance wondered what it was he had let slip...
3. Had he lied to a Lord? Leered at a Lady? He lurched back to his lodgings, lolled through he door, and lo! Lying in the lobby was a letter, light but lethal. The libel-claiming loon was about to let on! Was it a litigious lord? A la-di-da lady? Little by little he leaned and he looked and he learned…
Many moons, moaned M,
Have I mooched below L,
Whereas I am, in point of fact, master!
Why all things malevolent
March forth with M,
I am monstrous, and madden much faster!
Why else maggots and malice,
Manure, mould and mumps,
Why else mad cows, mosquitoes and mud?
Too long you’ve allowed
Lance by ‘L’ to be cowed
When in fact, as a letter, he’s dud!
So make up your mind –
Who will be your main man?
Move maturely, be manful, pick well.
But a word in your ear
(though the matter is clear)
Only manifest madmen choose L!
A massive, maroon M concluded the missive, and Lance was much moved. This was the mysterious mugger of his peace of mind! He was motionless on the mat. What should he do? Avoid melons and motorcars and men for the rest of his miserable life? Or Lydia, ladies and lunch? He was still lying lethargically and moaning morosely when suddenly -
4. Well, the question;
how to continue....
..stretched Lance's every sinew
What could he say..
..could he there stay?
So Leicester was to be replaced
for he thought an island was the place
to recover his guile
in a far and lonely isle!
The internet was checked
and his suitcase bedecked
with things for hot sunny days
A ticket was booked
and his passage looked
assured, far, and away
So he got to the airport
without any more thought
He searched for his flight
and all went to delight
Check-in was done
Baggage under a tonne
Seat belt strapped in
Just about to begin.......when,
there on the flight! A fright!.....
5. But enough about Lance for the moment - wouldn't you like to know more about Mrs Lydia Liddleton? Fed-up to the eye-teeth with her husband's disregard for her feelings, she was discovering her love for husband "Lucky" Lance Liddleton was on the wane. No more did she wish to succumb to lying languidly in ‘loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving’! Not for her any longer the inertia of sorrow as her husband cavorted round the globe on the bosom of a loose lady.
Ire fermenting in her head, Lydia is oblivious to the streets of Leicester as she storms down the avenue of broken dreams, but with a sudden, some would say inevitable, bump, she finds herself flat on her pert posterior, skirts bunched in her lap, as in front of her the magnificent Malcolm Muniche proffers his hand…
6. All that she could learn of him at first sight, through her tear-induced lippitude, was a marvellously moliminous moustache, bristling endearingly through her miasma of grief. Mrs Lydia Liddleton lowered her eyes, and accepted the hand, a hand that was moist and meaty, her own hand lithe and slender held lightly in his grasp. Finally, the meaningful meeting of eyes, lasting lingeringly before Lydia turned away for a second time.
7. She had known that the Abecedarian-Zealots would send such mystagogue into the midst of her lonely, lexiphanic life, and came quietly. But that in her head, silently cursed her luckless matrimony “What has that ludicrously logoleptic, labrose, liliputimous, Lancelot Liddleton said now?!”
Later that evening, she was lead, a little more languorously but still cursing her idiot-husband, into the Grand Chamber of the awful A-Z zealots...
What could they want from Her??
8. Passion propelled her past the onerous O into a place of plenty,plumetting past pride into p...p...p..p, no my lady, not prostitution, but positions portrayed in more purple prose than this story permits. So we'll pause a while to leave the good lady to enjoy her passionate embraces in privacy.
9. Peace,save perhaps for the prophecy of the patter of tiny pedated protruberances sired by Malcolm Muniche. Oh Malcolm, is paternity what you had in mind?
10. We have lingered on Lydia long and left Lucky Lance. Does the reader recall his attempted flight from M, motherland and his much-martyred marital mate? Does the reader recall the fright awaiting him on his flight? Well…
Lance was a seaman, and as such used to more basic onboard facilities. He’d never been on a state-of-the-art Getaway Airlines flight, and didn’t realise that, along with free cashews, undersized beverages and hot towels, Getaway Airlines provided top speed in-flight broadband. Lance was tickled pink and flicked on the screen with great gusto – but oh! The person before him – an individual of quite unparalleled taste and intelligence – had been reading the Ways With Words Interns’ blog!
Lance glanced, then gazed, then gaped. Oh, Lydia, Lydia! Lance lowered his eyes in shame. He was leaving the loveliest lady in Liverpool – and leaving her, moreover, to the malicious, malodorous Malcolm Muniche!
He jumped up, scattering complementary nuts and miniature bottles of tonic water. He charged down the aisles – not even hesitating for his hand luggage – and out the terminal doors into the drizzling afternoon. But to him it seemed like the sweetest sunshine, blessed and beautiful, for in it dwelt his lady love!
He pounded the pavements, heart pumping, praying that his perfect partner would be where he left her (if you remember - lying languidly in loneliness laughing lamely at his leaving…). Once more he lurched back to his lodgings, lolled through the door, and lo!
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