The Invisible Woman
A few years ago, I lost myself. No, not down the back of the sofa or anything – I just seemed to forget what it was to be me. Having...
Youth is Wasted on the Young
It’s an old adage but the further I advance in years, the more poignant it becomes. I wouldn’t say I envy young people because I had my...
Brass Monkeys
Here in England, the season of summer is a short and wondrous thing. I do not exaggerate when I say that our former few summers have...
'Ello Guv'nor!'
I have a bit of a ‘thing’ about accents. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet (but I’m going to), but I’m a dab-hand at accents. I guess I...
Losing My Religion
Well, dear readers, if you’ve tuned in today for a bit of a laugh, you’re going to be a tad disappointed. I realise blogs these days are...
The Mock-Alcoholic
Of all the things I could have inherited from my father (and let’s be honest, he didn’t have terribly many positive attributes to offer),...