It was some wise guy like Socrates who said 'The unexamined life is not worth living', but after much meditation, I have to conclude that what he actually meant was ...
I apologise for not blogging, but I got sick. Just a cold, though I milked it enough to earn half an hour watching the food channel. It wasn’t a Norwegian ...
We started the weekend on Friday at a Jewish cemetery in North London at the funeral of the mother of one of our dearest friends, also the Exec Producer of ...
It's been a week since my last blog. I know this because the last thing I hear every night and the first thing to assail my delicate ears each morning ...
In the Sarif-Kattan household, New Year’s Eve suffers from the same syndrome as pierced ears. I digress, but by now, who cares? So when I was around 14 and my ...
Christmas comes but once a year, and Hanan is one person who remains grateful for that. My wife was staggering around the living room at 7am gathering used wrapping paper, ...
So Lisa Ray goes into hospital tomorrow for the stem cell transplant. Long phone calls between her and Hanan, filled with vision and practicality in equal measure, and shorter bursts ...
A tinge of snow in the air, the smell of decaying Christmas trees and the shrieks of children filled with chocolate Santas and hyperactivity - I knew it was time ...
I know I am formally in production for a shoot, when my kind, caring wife leaves her body and a head-spinning demonic producer person takes over. This person does not ...
