So which were my best and worst films of 2011.... Sometimes I pretend I'm Claudia Winkleman and BBC Radio Leeds entertain me by inviting me in to talk films, filmmaking and erm the movies on the wireless. I recently gave my review of films in 2011 so I thought I'd enlighten those who missed it, on this here blog.
For those who don't know, I'm a writer & director and vlogs (video blogs) are BIG news. They communicate with your readers just like presenters do on the telly box. So I thought I'd give you my tips to help you get camera ready.
Yesterday, I directed a music video. I mostly direct drama but have made a few music videos in the past (which screened all over the world) and I really love the freedom you have creatively on music promos. You can pretty much break all the rules as a di...
I have a confession to make. I'm Greek (well British Greek) and up until recently I'd never given my child hummus. I know, you better sit down and sip on some brandy. It's pretty shocking stuff.
Incredible illustrator, magazine founder and creator of Financially Hard Times and utterly all round wonderful young man, Tom Casson is kindly closing my Blogging Carnival with an illustration of my Dad: Papa G. The drawing which perfectly captures Pops was inspired by one of my early and most favourite of posts: Dad and a Little Case of Chicken Pox.
I'm honoured to have the super celebrated and fabulous fashion blogger Cara Gray of Uptown Twirl guest post about the power of fashion in film.
I was born and bred a Catholic. Growing up in West Ireland to an Irish Mother whose own family stemmed from a deeply religious background it was inevitable I would follow the same path. Admiration, of course, to my parents for continuing not only this upbringing when we moved to England, but in also making the effort (because as I have since found out it IS an effort) for my sisters and I, to be schooled in Catholic schools.
Loving the lovely Vicki for giving me the opportunity to change my blogging style with this post for her Blogging Carnival - thanks Gorgeous Greek Goddess!
When Caleb was born, Sophie was 11 and babies were just about the best thing ever. Nothing she could do to help was never too much trouble. The age gap hadn't really crossed my mind when I fell pregnant and the fact I still had a child at junior school may have contributed to that. Initially all seemed fine..
My name is Hazel Davis and I’m not particularly close to my mother. There. I said it. As a female adult it’s not an easy position to be in.
I don’t know how it happened. Once, I was able to leave the house for a loaf of bread without having to give thirty minutes notice. I could even make it back again with time to spare before Eastenders started. These days, events like this take so much preparation and fore-warning that I would rather go without toast and opt for an easier life all round.
You have lofty ideals about what you will and won't do with your imaginary children. Then the reality of parenthood nappy-slaps you off that pedestal. Things I promised my pre-baby self I'd never do:
A post on social media!
Read about Amsterdam from Sharmin.
Read about Good Earth from Nomita.
My opinion on oversharing!