Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Speed Dating For Writers section of the Essex Book Festival. The event starts at 7.30pm, click on the link for deails. It's a chance for would-be writers to come along and talk to published writers about how to get published and survive selling words. Writers appearing include Karen Bowman, Daryl Easlea, David Evans, Maggie Freeman, Julie Irwin, Peter Jones, Bernadine Kennedy, Sylvia Kent, Julian Lemel, Elizabeth Lord, Syd Moore and Rik Stone, plus publishers, journalists and editors. Should be a great evening in a town famed famed for the Norsey Woods bluebells, the end of the Peasants' Revolt and Ian Dury's memorable Essex Lothario.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Thanks to everyone at the Essex Record Office who attended my talk on The Joy of Essex on Saturday. A packed Lecture Theatre and hopefully the PowerPoint pictures of Sugar Hut in its days as a coaching inn and the ERO's parchment documents referring to the Peasants' Revolt went down well. Lord Petre from Ingatestone Hall was there cutting the cake and thanks to Hannah Salisbury for doing a great job organising my visit and providing sandwiches and crisps in the green room. The audience included my old schoolfriend Alison's mum Val and an old farmer mate of my Dad's, plus some interesting questions on Warley Mental Hospital (and check out the ERO's poignant records and photos of the hospital's patients in 1897). The after-gig party saw us perusing Charles 1st's Bible, Lord Petre's music from 1600 and the the pictured map of ancient Chelmsford, complete with barrow in Barrow Field, on the archive floor. And frighteningly my performance was recorded as part of the archive… as close to posterity as this writer will get!
Wednesday, 11 September 2013
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
Monday, 9 September 2013
I grew up in a pub in Clavering, Essex. When I was first on telly in The Naked Chef, people thought I was a mockney, that I was posh and had gone to private school. But I went to a comprehensive and my parents, Trevor and Sally, weren't middle class; they were publicans. That's where my estuary accent comes from.
Indeed, Jamie's so Essex that in Jamie's Great Britain he famously claimed to have been conceived at the end of Southend Pier — was it a 30-minute recipe we wonder? Click on the link to read the whole piece.