I frequently feel that my attraction to men is despite them rather than because of them. I suspect this is altogether unfair but I’m fed up of making allowances because a man was too young, misunderstood or otherwise got the wrong end of whatever stick. A friend recently posted on Facebook that, when faced with … Read More
CW: Suicide I have a real problem with suicide. I’m technically too old to be an Emo and too young to have been an actual Goth. (Though tell that to the neighbour who called eighteen year old Mish’s dyed black hair a phase). But I’ve got the Anxiety, Depression and Suicidal Urges to go with … Read More
My bets paid out to 5th and 6th place for the National so I’m up on the bookies, a position I enjoy being in. Then Cambridge did me proud! So FJ is buying me dinner plus dessert and coffee. It’s not been a bad weekend, even when I had to bail on M-I-L’s birthday it … Read More
This weekend I will probably be losing some money. I’ve got high hopes for the National but less so for the Boat Race. However, I got good odds on Anibale Fly and they’ve distinctly shortened since. I put a bit on One For Arthur mostly for last year, not with any real thoughts to win … Read More
WF told me there were some good snakes in The Reptile Shop in Morecambe. That might be true but the Excellent Lesbian and I managed to go to two former reptile shops and failed utterly to find any snakes in Morecambe. We went up to Williamson Park and took in the chameleon and mini beasts … Read More
I am thirty seven. I have no children. I am not displeased by this but I am surprised. I had assumed that I would end up with children no matter what I tried to do with my life. The notion that what I do, what I aim for and what I attempt actually affects my … Read More
I’m still thinking about the guy from primary school. He worked out on the oil rigs, not uncommon for smart guys from The Shire. It’s good money if you have the smarts and can cope with the weird isolation of a rig. A lot of the people who I went to primary school with, some … Read More
When I was a kid I had a burgundy red velvet skirt which I loved. Inside the hem were the name labels of most of the other girls who’d had that skirt before me. At least one of them was at University by the time I wore the skirt at Primary School. Part of the … Read More
In a very real way I am living the life I wanted to as a kid. Sure, if I were to meet my eleven year old self now I’d have to tell her that I didn’t go to Oxford University (and am actually pretty relieved about that) and am not yet a published author (it … Read More
When I was eighteen I went to University and spent a great deal of time curled up in Cornish Bloke’s room reading the comic books he got each week. All of my friends who did this (Cuddles and Man of Taste in particular) really liked two comics that I hated, one was Preacher and one … Read More
