I was done with being sad. But something small and sad found a way in and started taking up space. It was really getting to me and I was annoyed because I didn’t want it to. I wasn’t having a great day today. So I was ratty with my class and they were ratty right… Continue reading Happy feet.
I’ve keep telling myself that I should pick up a pencil and draw, for fun. But my inner critic tells me that everything I do is terrible, so I shouldn’t even try. So I don’t. Does everyone feel like this? At a Laydeez do Comics meeting last night, someone was talking about how you should… Continue reading Picking up a pencil.
At our W.I. meeting this month we had a visit from a woman named Tamara, who has set up a branch of the charity Supporting Sisters in Stoke Newington. They collect donations of tampons, sanitary towels and other women’s hygiene products to send to homeless shelters. They also send shipments out to refugee and migrant camps. Check… Continue reading Supporting Sisters
At my W.I. meeting this evening, we watched Thelma and Louise at the pub. Although in my head I was inadvertently simultaneously watching The Simpsons’ parody Marge on the Lam (‘Oh no! They’re headed right for the Grand Chasm!’). That episode is full of solid gold quotes. Homer: Marjorie please, I enjoy all the meats of… Continue reading Sticking Together’s What Good Waffles Do
I was clearing some stuff out of my mum’s loft a few years ago when I came across an old, shapeless, man’s t-shirt with a Mod target design on the front. It had belonged to my first proper boyfriend. I’d somehow ended up with it when we split up and shoved it out of sight… Continue reading Things Left Behind
I was delighted by the recent reports that Steve Coogan has been cast in Jon S. Baird’s new biopic of Laurel and Hardy’s 1953 tour. Excellent choice. So I’ve been re-watching all my old favourites and remembering just why I love Laurel and Hardy so much. I’ve been watching them for as long as I… Continue reading Hard boiled eggs and nuts.
(Featured image by Grace An http://sunshinable.weebly.com/) Here’s some self-reflection. Fun times! Stages of my life: Do things in life that interest me, thereby becoming vaguely interesting. Go out with boy. Boy likes the fact that I’m vaguely interesting to be around. Over time, stop doing the things that interest me. Become uninteresting, anxiety-ridden mess, convinced that boy… Continue reading Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself.