but I am snowedĂ‚Â with finishing the ebook – signing off myĂ‚Â novel, The Fruit Bowl – and having the file of my first ever stand up show completed – plusĂ‚Â I still have four kids to contain – so for now I would give you aĂ‚Â lovely new picture taken recently in New York… Please bear with… …
London today on this cold and miserable day. I don’t normally like buses. Big, uncomfortable, noisy things that get in the way. This one made me smile though. I didn’t seeĂ‚Â what number it was,Ă‚Â distracted as I was…
Now that the story of Eclipsed is completeĂ‚Â – this site is going to morph in to a more general DH site. (no pressure on me to keep people’s attention on my own!) For this reason, Eclipsed will remainĂ‚Â a section on the new site with all the takes for those wishing to scroll through – or…
This post today (no.119) concludes aĂ‚Â story about how a kid danced his way from Billy Elliot in the West End all the way to Hollywood and overtakingĂ‚Â his ‘celebrity’ dad along the way. I am the ‘celebrity’ dad and my eldest son, Tom, is the kid – and it finally happened last night when his film,…
Last night, a screening was hosted by JackĂ‚Â Black forĂ‚Â The Impossible at the Chateau Marmont. It is on Sunset Bulvd and isĂ‚Â LA’s most elegant and chic hotel. It is also one of the oldest at 85 years old – and like many of the residents of LA, it receives constant work and attention to stay looking…
So Drew Barrymore has seen The Impossible and wants to meet Tom. Right, let me see if we can find a window… WeĂ‚Â arriveĂ‚Â early at a bar on Sunset Blvd – and I’ve prepped Tom fully about what to expect. That Drew will come with her ‘people’ and we’ll have a half hour or so. Wrong!…
It never goes down well when we hear actors talking about how hard they work. Not that they don’t but because they are so well provided for. Yesterday, however, Tom worked himself intoĂ‚Â a early bed and very extended sleep – completing two interviews with journalists on the phone, a photo shoot for the LA Times…
I wrote this take in the beautiful Four Seasons Hotel, Beverly Hills, LA – which is entirely appropriate for this story. It is very early in the morning local time andĂ‚Â I am unable to sleep – so writing is a good idea, plus I haveĂ‚Â stuff on my mind… I’ve been here before, to The Four…
Yesterday Tom and I flew to LA first class. No big deal for Tom perhaps,Ă‚Â because heĂ‚Â made the very same trip only last week. But a hugeĂ‚Â deal for me although I don’t let on to anyone around me in the lounge or in the plane. Oh yeah, this is normal.Ă‚Â On our way out of the…
Ă‚Â The Four Seasons Hotel, LA. Mrs Holland on Skype last night – “I’m missing the boys and want to come home now.” Yeah right…
