Merry Christmas and festive greetings to all my fellow bloggers and readers.
Our oven's on the fritz so for the first time EVAH I have no Xmas duck. However, Santa may be bringing a big steak for the Big Day, with a knob of duck pate on top as a sort of poor person's Tournedos Rossini (I have no recipe. I am just making this up and hoping that pond and pasture make for a good mix). Washed down with Baileys and Snowballs. Mmmm .... Good thing I have a stomach of steel. The lining, that is, not the abs. Sadly.
We moved the big TV from its usual place where it dominates the room and takes up acres of space, as well as being a dead giveaway over my predilection for too much telly. It's out of the way in the fireplace (unlit) and I'm now gazing forlornly at the hole in the room where a Xmas tree should have stood. I have decorations going back to my childhood and putting up the tree is always a fabulous way of invoking ghosts from the past. But we missed it.
Make the most of this year's Xmas cheer. Next year our fairy might be perched on a twig with a single glass ball — broke — and we might be dining on a potato nicked from an allotment, roasted on the open fire of what remains of our lives.
The Age of Enlightenment. Was that it, then?
Bah humbug but very sweetly.
Anna May Wong: Celestial Star of Piccadilly
Anna Chen writes and presents a half-hour profile of Hollywood's first Chinese movie star for BBC Radio 4.
To be broadcast 11:30, Tuesday 13th January 2009, coinciding with the 80th anniversary of the making of Anna May's British hit, Piccadilly.
Listen online for seven days after broadcast