I’m being all spontaneous here. I don’t have a definate ‘thing’ to blog about today so I thought I might self indulgently, talk about me.. Earlier on, I went for a coffee with my daughter and we chatted about her university applications and her accomodation and how independent it will make her when she moves […]Read More Irritatingly self-indulgent
Asperger syndrome (AS), also known as Asperger’s, is a developmental disorder characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction and nonverbal communication, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. As a milder autism spectrum disorder (ASD), it differs from other ASDs by relatively normal language and intelligence. Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and unusual use of language are common. Signs usually begin before two years old […]Read More It worked for Einstein……
When I first saw him, I had been out of a nasty, violent relationship for a few months and had decided I was never going near a man again. I had tons of baggage, tons of issues and tons of hurting. He was totally the opposite to ‘my type’; he had a blonde, shoulder length […]Read More Half a century of You
One of the things I used to read pre-50, was how liberating it would be. How, because you no longer cared, you could be the person you always wanted to be, with all that accumulated knowledge etched across your face, manifesting in the worry lines and furrows. You could say it how it is, not […]Read More 50 is the old 30
I remember very clearly, the day my beloved grandpa showed me the photo of the school I would be going to. It looked like some kind of weird space factory. At the time we lived in South Devon in a village called Buckfastleigh. I was around 8 years old. My stepdad got a place at […]Read More A reyt good move….
By the time I was 15 I had binned school off and was floating about looking for my thing. My friends mum was a big peace activist and offered my friend and I the oppurtunity to go and stay at The Greenham Common Peace Camp just outside Newbury in Berkshire. It was actually quite a pivotal […]Read More Tinned pineapple and custard and cruise missiles
1980: When I was 14, I rode my bike from Firth Park to Attercliffe where I sold it for a tenner. It was brand new. I then Walked from Attercliffe to town to a little alternative shop called ‘X Clothes’. There I used my bike money to buy a pair of very tight, silver , […]Read More A short tribute….
Some of my best times ever were at The Limit Club. It was just around the corner from our flat on Hawley Street (see ‘duo tan and doughnuts!). Me and my best friend got jobs behind the bar and it was absolutely bloody great. Am about to unleash some secrets so any management who happen […]Read More Take me to the Limit
When I was 14 I discovered ‘Crazy Colour’ in a chemist on the Mile End Road. I had previously dabbled with cochineal on my fringe but it ran down my face when it rained. I had a brief dalliance with a Laura Ashley bell sleeve shirt, some peg leg trousers and some pointy ankle boots. […]Read More Hi, My name is Grape…..
When I decided to write this blog, I knew I wanted to be open about certain experiences. I am going to share with you some of my experience as a survivor of an abusive relationship. I hope it will be cathartic but also maybe someone reading this with similar demons can invite hope over for […]Read More Seeing stars…..