This Month at the Marine

THE show must go on… even when there’s a pandemic. In fact, when you come to think about it, during its 125 years, the Marine has survived two world wars, the Great Depression and six major recessions. […]

YOU really can have too much of a good thing. Sitting in my cubicle sized theatre office occasionally gazing out of my window at the glittering sea and blue sky, I would long for my lunchbreak so I could take in a few rays or go for a cooling dip. […]

NOT so much ‘a month at the Marine’ as a month ‘not’ at the Marine as the COVID-19 lockdown continues. But as the saying goes, you can take the girl out of the Marine but you can’t take the Marine out of the girl. […]

LYME Regis is short of eligible young men. No I’m not bemoaning the lack of roses or chocolates (or an Eddie Hearn mug for LymeOnline editor Francesca) last month, I’m talking about the reason behind the reluctant decision taken by the Marine Players to shelve their spring production that required a cast with more fellas than they have. […]

APPARENTLY I look pretty nimble, well according to Bridport Timber and Flooring, as I swung myself out of my office into the foyer to avoid stepping on the wet floor. […]

HAVE you stopped saying ‘Happy New Year’ to people you meet? I reckon around January 10 is a good time to stop although given I am still full of pre-Christmas cold, I’m not yet feeling the love for the ‘roaring 20s’ and who regurgitated that 20th century expression anyway? […]

SEX sells. Unless you’re Victoria Beckham and your fashion empire is selling raunchy underwear that has lost its appeal, but naughty knickers aside and ignoring the PC, sex really does sell. […]

I HAD high hopes of my birthday being marked with a level of seismic activity not previously experienced. Talk about anticlimactic. […]

LOVE was in the air for the seventh time last weekend when we hosted our final wedding for 2019; as yet no funerals. […]

CITIZEN journalism. Is that still a thing or has it been usurped by another label? […]

MY mother had high hopes for me as a child; she told me how useful it would be to know how to play the piano so when I was invited to a party I’d be able to entertain the gathered guests with my keyboard skills. There wasn’t much call for the pianoforte at the parties I went to… […]

AND breathe… When I read ‘Mediterranean sex’ in the random notes and anecdotes I keep in my diary to remind me what goes on here at the Marine as reference for this column, it will give you a rough idea as to the exhausting but extremely satisfying few weeks we have enjoyed. […]

LEG warmers and lycra leotards and more often than not a bandana headband; a gym session was not so much about getting fit as looking ‘fit’ in the 80s whereas today, you are unlikely to see many people arriving at B! Health & Fitness in anything other than Primark joggers, despite the fact that summer is officially here and we’ve been expecting to see everyone flaunting their fit beach bodies as they pass by the Marine along Gun Cliff Walk. […]

POETRY Please! More Hollie McNish poetry especially; everyone was roaring with laughter here last Thursday week as Hollie put the truth of pregnancy and motherhood into verse in such a way that only a woman could know. […]

I’VE heard people say that once your body numbs, it’s fine. Call me a wimp but the thought of waiting until I can’t actually feel body parts so I can take a dip just doesn’t appeal, but with the superb spring sunshine, the beach has been very crowded over the Easter break though most of the lunatics in the sea were children and we all know they’re impervious to pain. […]