This is a low
I feel a bit like I’ve made myself a hostage to fortune this week. Because of writing about happiness being a choice, and not giving a toss about what other people think of me. But I was right...
View ArticleNot all men
Ok, men. We need to talk. It seems to me that you broadly fall into three categories. Twats, ‘Not all men’ men, and decent blokes. Decent blokes, you can go now, but I need you to come back in...
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Vile Bodies
We've been out for dinner, and are ambling slowly home, Alistair, The Blondies, and I. Alistair spots a white Range Rover, nudges The Boy and... ‘See that? That’s a girl’s car, that is.’ A...
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The Darker Arts of Child Wrangling
Some days, not every day, but some days, The Blondies are absolute bastards. There. I’ve said it. They bicker, they squabble, they nitpick, they irritate annoy annoy irritate each other to...
View ArticleJust words
It’s just words. Just words on a screen, on a page, in our heads. Just words. That’s what people say isn’t it? Stupid annoying playground chanting of ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but...
View ArticleIn every home a heartache
I used to spend a lot of time on the bus. About six hours a week. Every Friday, after school, down to Norwich bus station, pay £7.10 for my return ticket on the 97 bus, clamber aboard the ancient,...
View ArticleYou do not speak for me
You do not speak for me, Professor Dawkins. You do not speak for me. Rape is rape. There are no sliding scales involved. One does not simply grade the levels of violence or threat involved to...
View ArticleYou Dick
So that was me being polite. Restrained. Thoughtful. Here’s where it’s all going to get a bit more visceral, and sweary and rantblogging because for fuck’s sake, what is wrong with people like...
View Article#AmTwattyBlogging
For Anonymous, with love. The thing I love about blogging is that I can be honest. I’m nothing like as honest or direct in real life, few people are. But here, I can say exactly how I feel. I...
View ArticleVery superstitious (the mirror's on the wall)
We were on our way home from school (oh, distant, much missed, and longed for days of Blondie liberty!), and The Boy was doing That Wiggly Walk that can only mean one thing. Me: Do you need a...
View ArticleTwo roads diverged
A while back, the Royal Mint announced plans to put EdithCavell on a commemorative £5 coin, and the reactions I saw across twitter fell broadly into three categories. Norfolkers: Yay! Hurrah...
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A grim day out
Remember when The Blondies and I went to Stranger’s Hall? And all the signs were that it was shaping up to be an absolute horror of A Day Out? That was Sunday. Alistair and I had decided to visit...
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Haunts of modern noise
It’s a strange place, Binham. A church, still in use, still cared for. But like Beeston Priory and St Benet’s Abbey, it has ruins of former glory, old, crumbling walls you can reach out and touch...
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The visitor book
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmer’s’ kiss. Take my hand. Come with me. I want to take you back in time. Let’s go to Binham. It’s a...
View ArticleBlog twattery
Hey bloggers! I think it's time for a chat. I'm not a writer, I'm not a social media expert, I don't know clever things. But I am a tweeter, a twatty blogger, and I do know people. I know more...
View ArticleHe matters to me
I go out every evening. Usually between seven and eight. To go to the shop. That´s the purpose of the walk. But the reasonis a need to escape. Just to get out of the house, have twenty minutes to...
View ArticleThe woman who
If you follow me on twitter, first of all, I am so very sorry. Secondly, you might know I'm on holiday at the moment. Thirdly, you may have seen I had a bit of a meltdown on Saturday... It's a...
View ArticleHoliday Hellfire!
It's August! It's Friday afternoon! I'm on holiday! This can only mean one thing... yes! Itttttt'ssssss Holiday Hellfire! How many points will you get? Fingers on buzzers, teams. Let's kick things...
View ArticleThe church not made with hands
When we stop attaching other 'good' qualities to physical beauty we'll be a lot happier. Beauty is exhilarating to look at. That's it. Yes. It's natural to admire beauty. I find it odd and surreal...
View ArticleThis charming woman
Have you ever read Finn Family Moomintroll? A lot of people remember it from the stopmotion animation that was on the BBC in the 70s/80s, but the books are much better, if my memory isn't as...
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