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
Am at that stage where I dye my grey roots brown to make it look like my hair regrowth is growing through its natural colour..the one of youthful pigment. Lets make no bones, getting older as a woman is crap in many ways and great in many ways. I have the immeasurable wisdom of a […]Read More Chiffon and backlighting
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…..
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
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
When I was around 17 years old Sheffield City Council thought it would be a good idea to build a block of flats, in the centre of town for single people under 25. What a flippin great idea!! My friend and I went to the housing department after being on the list for 3 months […]Read More ‘Donuts and duo tan’
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….
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……
January 28th 2018: I have writer’s block. Or rather I have been trying to write since New Year and stuff just keeps getting in the way and turning my brain into a foggy moorland with bogs every few feet and… I am wearing flipflops. I have been beating myself up around every 5 minutes for […]Read More HOLD YOUR HEAD UP, KICK YOUR LEGS AND KEEP SWIMMING….
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….