‘Well you don’t drink and you don’t smoke but you are clearly overweight so that puts you in this risk category’ I am at the doctors and she is showing me a laminated chart to illustrate my increased risk of breast cancer if I take H.R.T. I don’t want to take Hormone Replacement Therapy, its […]Read More AUNT FLO HAS LEFT THE STATION….FOREVER
Im 52, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’m pretty sure I’d like to be a florist, a theatrical make up artist, a paramedic or sitting to the right of RuPaul on drag race. Currently I butter teacakes and make coffees for a living. I work alongside […]Read More Validation is overrated
When I was kid, my Aunty Val owned a pub/restaraunt in Ivybridge in Devon. It was called The Old Coach House and was all black beams and whitewashed walls. I used to spend alot of time there helping to polish the horse brasses that festooned the walls, and the ship in a bottle on the […]Read More Cheer up honeypie
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…..
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
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
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….
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 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…..
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’