What do you do when the world has become so toxic, so utterly alien, so horrifying that you almost long for the small, deeply personal, lonely wounds that caused you so much pain all those years ago? Knowing that I survived those things makes it possible to gaze back at them almost fondly. I had … Continue reading 130 a day
I used to think that the view from my seat having an effect on my ability to write made me some sort of diva (sigh, I can't possibly put pen to paper until I have just the right wallpaper, fountain pen, artisan water and/or meditation music...sigh) and that me being a diva let me off … Continue reading Is where as important as when?
I have exactly TWO regrets in life. This isn't because I have led a life full of joy and security, but because I know that every decision, even the ridiculously bad ones, have led me to where and who I am now. I am happy to take responsibility for those decisions, even the ones that … Continue reading No Regrets…ok, 2 regrets
Please VOTE. If you are eligible to vote in the local elections on Thursday PLEASE VOTE. Local elections may not seem that important, but if you care about potholes in your roads and whether or not contracts for huge new shopping centres are awarded fairly then you really should be interested. Local elections are where … Continue reading An Appeal to fellow Brits
For years I avoided putting pen to paper or moving my fingers across the keys because as much as I love language and literature I could not imagine myself as a ‘proper’ writer. My demons were loud, even as they whispered, and it was easier to just not. I would stand up and declare that … Continue reading Pressing The Keys
We are told that perfection does not exist yet we are constantly encouraged to aim for it. Do you actually look your age? We have a cream for that (because youthfulness is closer to perfection). I have been wrestling with feelings of hypocrisy recently. I loudly proclaim that I do not want Instagram perfection yet … Continue reading Perfect
There is a phrase "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me". What a crock of shit. Sticks and stones may well break your bones, but they will heal eventually. The words that wound you will stay with you for years. They will mould who you are as a person, … Continue reading Avoiding Drama Llamas and other assorted arseholes
When I began this blog I wrote about how this 'thingie' was for me, not anyone else. I used the term 'thingie' not only because I have a silly streak, but also because I did not have my blog and it's contents defined in my mind...I still don't. There is a valid argument that for … Continue reading NOT all things to all people
Following on from my post about finding your tribe I've been thinking about almost the exact opposite. Consider the following and choose the group that is furthest away from you, the people who are the most different to your tribe: Middle aged women who are part of the WI Young Indian men who drive taxis … Continue reading Something to ponder.
I consider myself incredibly lucky most of the time. One of the things I think myself lucky for was being born in Birmingham (UK). The word even looks lovely written down, lots of skinny letters mixed in with fat ones...glorious, and a very welcome sight on the motorway signs as you're driving home. (It is … Continue reading Big City