Screaming at Brett Anderson in a Field

That’s what I’ll be doing for the next five days. If that was a job spec, it would be possibly the best job description in the world. Just think of the anger you could expiate regarding “Positivity”.  As a teenager, I’d have left home to pursue that specific career; especially if my rota included Blur,…

Zen and the Art of Starship Maintenance: Star Trek Beyond

Writer’s note: As I write this, a man has gone into a facility for the disabled outside Tokyo and stabbed it’s inhabitants. At time of publication, 19 killed. 20 injured. We live in ‘interesting’ times. In a world gone mad, where global leaders and international terrorists wear the same sheep’s clothing; where random pointless acts…

Gastric Blues & Failing Magnificent

Tuesday was a day of extreme gastric blues and high temperatures, both of which are ill bedfellows. After a day which, in all honesty, had seem my struggle to stay upright, I should really have gone home to bed. But Cheyne Walk is a haven on lazy evenings, as long as you don’t try to go…

Oh my god, I’m a crazy woman…

*TRIGGER WARNING – Mum, you might not want to read this one. Just saying.* Just found this is my draft emails. It’s well over a two years old, never sent, names have been changed to protect the ‘innocent’ but hell, I am nothing if not a sucker for a pattern of behaviour. Remind me again,…

Flash Fic: Alice & Me

The tragic paradox of being clever, said Alice, is that you understand enough about the world to know it’s broken but know you don’t understand enough to fix it.   The paradox with being Alice, Maya thought, was that you understand enough to know she’s clever, but you also know enough about Alice to know…

Found in notes…

Kind of like this… No idea what it is or will be but it’s a start! I want to climb on the roof  And scream. But I can’t. One of the constraints Of my fear of falling. The other is falling.  When I finally do, It will be all that I imagined, And worse.

L’esprit de l’escalier (WIP)

I met a spirit on the stairs. It said, why didn’t you speak up for yourself? Turn the volume knob to 11. Why did you make that so easy? What are you? A Sunday morning? You’re not a trampoline, designed to catch them on the rebound. Tell them you’re brilliant, like a James Blunt song. Why…

When I am Leader mowing will be ‘Verboten’!

I decided to mow the lawn. Something that I haven’t even contemplated in 14 odd-years, mainly because the familial home’s own particular cosmetic mix of moss and grass fails to live up to my high Capability Brown informed aesthetic ideal. Also, it’s the aged P’s job. It triggers my hay fever, leaving me with streaming…