Author Archives: Joanna Nadin

1. I know I am lucky. 2. I have not accepted the fact that I will never win an Oscar or the Grand National. 3. I have had plastic surgery. 4. The first time I met Tony Blair, I curtsied. … Continue reading →

I am obsessive about games. It is a genetic thing. All Nadins are ferociously competitive at everything from golf to Buckaroo (or at least we would have been had Buckeroo not been banned in our house due to other ferocious … Continue reading →

I am troubled by the notion of reality. So too is Millie. Though, one would hope, in vastly different ways, given the age gap, and the fact that I do not demand that my toy monkey is lightly chilled in … Continue reading →

There are laws, i.e. actual real ones, written on pigskin in Norman French or some other inappropriate language and kept in dark and fusty dungeons in the Houses of Parliament, guarded by a withered man in tights. And then there … Continue reading →

I think I have discovered a cure for the national obesity ‘epidemic’ that is currently sweeping the nation / ITV schedules. It is not a miracle pill. It is my mother. In the past, specifically when I have been at … Continue reading →

Just when is too young to start sex education? I ask this not because I am vexed by the hoo-hah in the papers this weekend about whether or not schools should give out more condoms / fewer condoms / no … Continue reading →

Am thinking of writing a new book. It will not be fiction but will be brainy and philosophical in nature. It is because I seem to spend huge swathes of time trying to think up answers to increasingly ridiculous questions. … Continue reading →

HURRAH! I have been shortlisted for the Queen of Teen Book Award, which is kind of like the Orange Prize for Fiction, but with more sequins and bigger dresses. This has led me to reassess my previous diagnosis of self … Continue reading →

There is something fishy going on in Dorset i.e. my Mum is not at all up to her usual standard of oppressive cleaning / food monitoring. Having just spent four days in close confinement with the Jif-happy one, I can … Continue reading →

Brain hurts. It is vexed by important philosophical question, as asked by Millie. Not usual one to do with death. Or chickens. This one is more complicated. And possibly ickier. It is: What is the point of boys? It is … Continue reading →