Thursday, 9 March 2017
I still remember the occasion of my first driving lesson. With my driving instructor (a retired policeman) sat next to me, I turned the engine on, took my foot off the brake and immediately crumpled into convulsions of hysterical laughter. The instructor later told me that in all his years he had never seen that reaction before. When I finally stopped laughing and driving, I was overwhelmed. I thought: There’s no way I can look in all these directions, check all my mirrors and drive at the same time. By myself. There are so many things to remember – it’s impossible!
Well. Learning how to produce and present a radio show is like learning to drive a car. I did master it in the end and my reverse parallel parking is now… unparalleled. I’m being kind to myself by reminding myself that any new skill takes time and practice to avoid forgetting things.
With that caveat I bring you Angelina’s Dessert Island Discs Episode 1 – Sylvi Hussain.
The knowledgable and velvet-voiced Sylvi introduces us to the world of Life Coaching. What is a life coach? Who can benefit from coaching? What does it take to become a life coach? Along the way, we listen to a few of her favourite tracks and find out what they mean to her. I forgot to press record so we start 30 minutes in but that still leaves you with an hour and a half of Sylvi's wisdom, good advice, brilliant professional insight and of course her excellent music taste to clean the kitchen to.
I also forgot to mention Sylvi’s contact details, so if you want to follow or contact her, you can do so as follows:
Email Address: email@example.com Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/sylvihussain/
Why Angelina’s Dessert Island Discs? Because my guests are not only choosing the songs they wish to take with them but the dessert that will serve as the only sustenance on this particular island that I’m marooning them on, forever… or until they are rescued. Enjoy, share the love and do join me next week!
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Funny how the girl is super motivated to wake up mondo early on #pancakeday. I wake to "Mum, wake up! It's pancake day!! Come downstairs!!! I'm making pancakes!!!!" I stagger downstairs half asleep and enter the kitchen seemingly in slow motion, just at the moment of flipping. It's like crouching tiger hidden #Lurpak A pancake is turning Olympic somersaults near the ceiling. I cower, hands aloft, lest it lands on my head. Breakfast. Thank you. But she's still in her flippin' pjs. Does this mean I have to drive her to school? Because I'm not going to. #Pancakes or no #pancakes.
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Sunday, 19 February 2017
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Wednesday, 11 January 2017
"It's simple. Getting gratification from a kink - Not bad Paying women to defile a bed a man you're obsessed with once slept in - Very bad"
Wednesday, 16 November 2016
(And tune in to my debut on The Pulse Hospital Radio via the interweb.)
Since last week’s news, I have felt unable to engage with the world. The normal me would desire and even enjoy a discussion on how and why this great political history was made (or actually not made), and what circumstances lead to He Who Cannot Be Named winning the White House. But all I can do is mentally adopt a foetal position and imagine what life would be like if I adopted a puppy. A cute beigy-brown, yipping puppy. I am by no means a dog person. I’m not even a pet person. But I can see it now. I’m sitting on my sofa in my candle lit, hyyged-up living room, stroking this new beigy-brown puppy that loves me. He/ she/ it (what’s the correct pronoun for an imaginary dog?) is contentedly sitting on my lap, exuding love and warmth, its velvet fur rising and falling rhythmically with every gentle puppy-breath. Ahhhh…