Goodbye & Good Luck: The Last Rant.

  This post does not come from where you assume, given the title. Yes, Thoughts is a pain in the arse, right now, but it has been in the past and I’ve stayed faithful. In fact, I haven’t had a month here- since 2009- that there hasn’t been...

H3: Horsing Around

  We moved around a lot when I was a kid and when we moved in to a massive three-bedroom house up Brambly Hill, I knew it wouldn’t be for long. My step-dad was drinking heavily and in and out of jobs, at the time, so paying the rent was my mother’s...

H2: The Lights Are On, But No One's Home

  As my mother was a teenage single parent, the first two years of my life were spent living in my grandparent’s home, but when I was two years old, my mother met my step-father and we moved to a flat across town, which we lived in for two years....

H1: Leave the Handbag Alone

  When I was knee-high to a grasshopper (around 3 years old- we have big grasshoppers in England), I would speak to the ghost of my mother’s dead best friend.     My mother’s childhood best friend and next door neighbour, Laura, was only...

Happy Samhain/ Happy Halloween

  Seeing as it’s Halloween, I thought I’d kick off the day with a few personal ‘spooky’ stories. Well, as spooky as I can get, anyway! There’s a fine line between madness and imagination, and seeing as I’m already clinically mad, my spooky...

P for Panic, Paranoia and Prats

With a feathery brain, restless energy and dyspraxic hands, I start this post with a direct message to those who have followed or friend’d me. I am not a consistent blogger or commenter, so if all goes quiet for a few weeks, I am still around, but...

No Parental Expectations Necessary

  This is another ‘gay’ post. I promise, there are no Freudian battles going on here, it just seems to be a popular subject lately either with media or children’s insults.   I’m half watching/half listening to a morning talk-show, when a UK...