Forty something evangelists piss me off. Not the sanctimonious shouty types that wave their arms around and claim that Jesus solves everything (He doesn’t. I accidentally smeared silly putty on my pashmina this morning and no matter how many times I shouted “CHRIST ALMIGHTY”, precisely nothing happened until I ran it under the hot tap… Read More “iPhone, iPhone, in my hand, can you get this bullshit banned?”
As a *cough* woman of a certain age, I am occasionally inclined to find things confusing and/or scary. I fear I have, sadly, reached the point where “youths” are out to get me, I swear at self-checkouts and needed to have a nerve-calming gin when Elon Musk sent that car into space. Which, given that… Read More *tap tap* IS THIS THING ON, DEAR?
Around 28 years ago, I had a careers meeting at secondary school. I say ‘meeting’, but that suggests that it was a two-way exchange of information and ideas, actually I was sat in front of a fierce looking woman at a desk for a fixed amount of time and only asked a direct question once.… Read More Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
December and January were, to quote Vyvyan from The Young Ones, “a total and utter bastard”. I lost my beloved, beloved Granddad, fell terrifyingly sick for the subsequent month and battled the biggest, blackest and fiercest dog I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering. All while attempting to be a wife and mother, decent friend,… Read More 204 and an Empty Bed
I didn’t want to speak at my Granddad’s funeral. I thought it would be self-indulgent. And I guess it was – who am I to be the mouthpiece for our grief? Especially as I don’t think I’ve started to grieve yet. I just feel… numb. Like I’m suspended in this strange second world, where everything… Read More “The meaning of life is that it stops.”