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The End of an Era
And so, the end is near, and then they raise the final curtain *cue sobbing*. For, lo, it was that even My So-Called Life had to come to an end. (Though at least we got seven runs, unlike our namesake … Continue reading
Undertow
Undertow began on a blistering August day on the cliffs above Loe Bar in Cornwall, notorious for its riptides and dangerous currents. But as summer turned to bleak midwinter, and I watched a friend dragged down by the weight of … Continue reading
Eden
Mostly I write funny. It comes easy to me – making people laugh has always seemed to make up for any lack of appropriate clothing, political knowledge, or ability on the hockey field. But I don’t always read funny or … Continue reading
And Then I Kissed Him…
As I try to blaze a trail but, more often, wander slightly baffled and damp-squib-like through life, I leave behind me an oddly-shaped wake of skills tried but not mastered: the guitar aged 11 (I wanted to be Joni Mitchell), … Continue reading
Boys. And books. And boys in books.
Like my alter ego Rachel in My (not so) Simple Life, as a teenager I fell in love frequently, swiftly and with absolute conviction. Unlike Rachel, I never had to swear off boys and their complications and contradictions, or … Continue reading
The ten signs of ageing
Originally posted on Joanna Nadin:
Am in state of mild shock. Apparently there are now ten signs of ageing. TEN! I was just about coping when Oil of Ulay (along with a Neanderthal hairline and a tendency to gingerness, I…
The Lost Boys
In 1992, straight out of uni, my head still full of learning, and brand new in a wide world, I first felt the compulsion to write. Not books back then, but journalism. Specifically New Journalism. I swallowed Tom Wolfe, Ken … Continue reading
Let’s hear it for the girls…
As a child, I was never what was (derogatorily) termed a “girly girl”, in other words, dressed in pink frills, with an army of Barbies marching absurd-legged across my bedroom floor. Partly by accident: mine was a childhood of inherited … Continue reading
The shovel list.
I am a happy person. I am relentlessly optimistic in the face of disappointment. I dance through life with a pair of rose-tinted glasses superglued to my face. I am hopeful to the point of idiocy e.g. when I wake … Continue reading
The Next Big Thing…
So, I’ve been tagged as part of an internet meme (horrid word. Also odd, as I thought memes were mostly pictures of cats doing amusing things or pseudo-political captions on pictures of sunsets, but I digress…). Last week was Veronique … Continue reading