Face

Every now and then, when occasion arises, you sort of have to face the fact that on occasion you have to look…at your face. Not just glance at it in the mirror and casually observe that, yes, you have been wandering around with jam on your cheek, not just check to see if your specs…

Filthy Heathen

This morning, as I stood on my doorstep waiting for my dog to piddle out his overnight wee reserves, I yawned and pottered along my path. I did it dressed, against all sartorial advice, in black leggings and a tight black top. Like a chubby 30 something who has decided to give everything up and…

Destiny. Serendipity. Houmous.

I first tried houmous in the late 90s. Hey, it was crazy times, everyone was doing it. I also wore tie-dye with conviction and thought about getting a fringe but didn’t. It was the bit of time just before Toploader came along and changed everything. The bit before the constant playing of Dancing In The…

The Maths of Rape: Deed + Time = Does It Still Count?

Last week on the oracle that is Twitter I learned from a journo friend that another name had been pulled from the hat of secrets. Another of the nation’s avuncular darlings inconveniently reminded of their past misdemeanours. People erupted over the latest in a long line of disappointing media males, questioned then charged over an…