In a lockdown that seems endless, a winter that was dragging and a blanket of grey sameness everywhere it was hard to look on the bright side. I had a bad case of the can’t-be-bothereds as my whole world felt way too small and I’d lost my mojo. I rejected all my Netflix lists, I ignored Facebook and Instagram posts of happy travelling people in the northern hemisphere. I was in a massive sulk. The pandemic does that to you. I came upon Alec Baldwin’s podcast, Here’s the Thing and chose an interview with Barry Gibb, the only surviving Bee Gee.
The Need for Top Gun
I recently stepped outside my comfort zone and watched Top Gun.
A great grandmother named Hepzibah
I was going to write a standard Mother’s Day blog post about mum until I remembered my great grandmother.
My Puberty Blues and beyond
Warning: There are references to sexual assault in this piece.
1974: Back row of the classroom where the 13-year-old boys take you for a fingering session.
Continue reading “My Puberty Blues and beyond”Summer of ‘79
Summer holidays means putting on the Golden Breed T-shirt and the wrap around batik skirt. Summer means cuddling up to a blonde bloke with scraggy hair who smells of surf and weed and sex. We sit around a campfire on the back beach. Someone burps in the dark.
America, my beautiful
My love affair with America began with TV in the 1970s.
The Last Christmas
The first time I cook a turkey is a week before my mother dies.
Farewell little cat
On a hot night in early February 2001, two kittens were dumped over our fence. Continue reading “Farewell little cat”
Podcasts. What the hell are they?
I’m a late convert to podcasts. My introduction was on a camping trip when a friend sat on a chair for five days straight as she listened to Serial. I didn’t get it.
Continue reading “Podcasts. What the hell are they?”Three women
To honour three women who have died recently I decided to have a day doing ‘stuff’ in their memory.
