One of my abiding memories from Japan is getting invited to a salon with some ladies who worked with Skimble and them poking fun at her for not having a skincare/beauty regime. Then explaining that it was delightful I was proud of mine (cleanse, tone, moisturise, use a witch-hazel stick on my spots) but that … Read More
You know, I didn’t start blogging in 2003, I started blogging in 2002 in my final year of uni waaaaay back in the webcam house. This blog’s archives go back to 2003 because I lost the webcam house diary along the way. I think there’s also a missing year in this blog’s archives but I … Read More
If you don’t believe me then chances are I’m telling the truth. I’m a great story teller, I have a lot of them and I exagerate and emphasise and all the rest of it and people enjoy my stories but I have noticed that when I just tell people things as they happen or have … Read More
The Eyes suggested I blog a memory for each year of my life – mainly as a writing prompt, so this is what I’m doing. I’ve done, one and two already but three is a little trickier. As I’ve described I find my very early memories to be like small islands floating in a sea … Read More
In my dreams I can fly, in my dreams I can float moving forwards only a few inches or feet above the floor, above the ground, moving as if bourne by a curious moment that has me driven forwards, pulling me. As if it were gravity dragging me onwards but that gravity isn’t in the … Read More
My first memory isn’t really, I suspect, a memory any more. It’s more the memory of a memory. I have revisited it time and again over the past thirty two (almost) years, ever since someone when I was about six told me that they couldn’t remember anything before they were ten. That completely freaked me … Read More
