If there is one thing I wish I was better at, it is keeping my trap shut. You know, letting things go, holding my tongue, closing my cake-hole. Remember all those things your grandmother used to tell you about nice … Continue reading
First out of all the things I remember; a navy blue front door. Although I don’t completely remember it, not really. And if I try too hard to grasp the memory, it slips from my mind like a bar of … Continue reading
Yeah, so I’ve had a shitty week. And now I’m cranky. Cranky because everyone and everything related to my real life existence has been Doing. My. Head. In. Things are now set to look up, but lest I forget that … Continue reading
Yes indeed, who the frig? Because I keep seeing him everywhere. Everywhere I damn well go on this here internet of ours, I see him. It’s got to the stage where I recognise his face, but still have no earthly … Continue reading
I have written before on my blog about how much I enjoy driving really fast, and how in another life I would be a racing car driver and Lewis Hamilton would be eating my dust. For a woman who spent … Continue reading
Today, of course, is International Women’s Day. A very beautiful day it is too. The sky is pale blue between light wispy clouds, and the Spring sun is shining gently over the green and brown hills that surround the small … Continue reading
Words. I have always liked them; liked writing them, reading them, experimenting with them. I think it’s probably fair to say that I’ve always been a bit wordy. The more expressive the better has tended to be my view when … Continue reading
As is my way I’m afraid, I have arrived a little late to this particular party. But after reading an old post the other day at Mommy Has a Headache, entitled Equal Rights and Orgasms I decided I would turn … Continue reading
Among the many things I have inherited from my mother (no sense of direction, obstinance, red hair to name a few) is a secret and anarchic delight in female subversiveness. In her this was borne, I believe, of a hangover … Continue reading
Just before Christmas I spent an entire three days thinking I had scabies. I know. SEXY huh? I mean really, that is some seriously festive contagion. I fear I may be scarred for life. I have discovered that there are … Continue reading
