Category Archives: Language and Words

Death of the Author

It’s easy enough when it’s a dead author to distance yourself from them whilst still enjoying their works. But what do you do when they’re still alive and creating? In J K Rowling’s case it’s been pretty easy not to engage with her continuing content, the Robert Galbraith stuff is just crap and the whole … Read More


Oh I Am So Sorry

Right now I’m doing that thing of having a reaction that I feel guilty about. I believe the healthy thing is admit it, move on. Instead I’m going to write a blog post and if any of my friends read it possibly make them feel like I’m a self righteous little bitch. But then when … Read More



A Social LARP

I’m managing to have more fun when it comes to Sigehold socials and social Empire roleplay but they are absolutely the thing that has written large to my psyche quite how disconnected I was feeling. The wild disassociation of a mental break is like nothing I’ve experienced previously but negotiating what part of my psyche … Read More




Cheap Hotels

(Content Warning – discussion of suicidal ideation, remember the Samaritans are always there for you 116 123) Usually when I stay in Glasgow I end up at the Leonardo on a last minute offer because it’s pretty much unused over a weekend. This weekend that has not happened and I went for the cheapest option … Read More


Bigotry and Hate Crime

(Content Warning – Talking about Transphobia, Bigotry, Hate Crime, Violence, Murder) When Sophie Lancaster was murdered I felt sick. I felt like she was punished somehow for society deeming it unacceptable to beat up the QUILTBAG and people who weren’t white or practiced different religions. As if hatred and anger cares about respectability. It felt … Read More



A Mazy Road

(Content Warning: Discusses Dementia) “Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.” This week I recited poetry with an old guy that I work with. He’s been sharp as anything ever since. This is the old guy who occaisionally thinks I’m his daughter. Which, … Read More