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
Two years have passed and I can confidently say that I can now construct entire pieces of writing that are 100% swear-free. As you might imagine, this old “words for money” malarkey is all manner of serious shizz and – by and large – I’ve not offended anyone or made any significant cock-ups. Who knew… Read More Bloggy swear-free Mama, at your service.
Sometimes – thankfully rarely – my little daughter comes to me with her shoulders drooping and a furrow in her brow and simply says “Mummy, I feel sad.”
I have entered what I am currently describing as Workload Level: Zuckerberg. A period of time during which I need to maintain such levels of continued activity and focus that I attempt to shed all excess thought processes and activities in order to maintain zen-like standards of output. Where Mark Zuckerberg famously sports the same… Read More Why it’s good to love your label and dress like a drunken Fruit Pastille without fear…
For years I’ve maintained a staunch anti-Disney standpoint, to the extent where people that I had thought were reasonably sensible, balanced and thoughtful human beings have been drastically and irreversibly shipped from the ‘pretty cool’ compartment of my world to the rusty, grubby and slightly musty-smelling ‘deluded, shit and evil’ drawer.