I’m so annoyed that they’re ditching the analogue phone network for digital. It’s harder to get the parts apparently and I imagine people who know how to fix the copper network. When Lancaster’s power station broke and the mobile network went down, when we got a little taste of the apocalypse back in 2015, I … Read More
I got there eventually, the feeling of betrayal by Gaiman. I thought I had remembered the one story of his that got to me because I always think it’s by Warren Ellis or part of Preacher and it’s not it’s part of Sandman – that’s the people in the diner in 24 hours. The ones … Read More
Right now I’m doing that thing of having a reaction that I feel guilty about. I believe the healthy thing is admit it, move on. Instead I’m going to write a blog post and if any of my friends read it possibly make them feel like I’m a self righteous little bitch. But then when … Read More
It has been years since I have been in love with Blue Eyes, I forget if it was thirteen or seventeen years that I worked out was how long I fell in love for, but it was one of the two. Isn’t it strange though that for over twenty years I’ve been writing in this … Read More
We are in The Arctic Circle and I am incredibly excited about that fact. That and the Aurora Borealis last night has me massively excited, The Princess is too, and Britney I think – I mean on a different level to the kids. They’re excited because it’s a holiday and they’re somewhere new but the … Read More
Sometime in 2008 I stopped Dom (Princess Lex’s car – I was driving at the time ) and demanded the Jellicle and/or FJ get out and grab me the rather fantastic bottle I had seen discarded at the recycling point in Hala. The Jellicle moaned and they all laughed at me. I made up a … Read More
I was driving along a particular junction in Lancaster today and I suddenly really wanted to go drink a beer in one of the skankiest pubs I’ve ever been to. It was a canal boat permanently moored up and reachable through basically a field and muddy footpath. The only reason I ever went to the … Read More
One of the earliest memories I have of my Great Uncle Arthur is of him telling me that I shouldn’t use “Real” as an intensifier as it was an Americanisation and I should use “really”, I may have rolled my eyes at him, obviously I wanted to use ‘real’ because it made me sound American … Read More
It’s a question that plagues me every so often there’s this interplay of the private and the public that I have variously ascribed to too much reality tv at a formative age and to my brain being neurodiverse (ADHD, Autism, CPTSD and Anxiety with Depression at last count). Theres a real sense in my mind … Read More
Fucking hell. I, and – fuck it I can’t be the only one – a whole chunk of my generation, have had some bad luck when it comes to children’s tv presenters. Jimmy Saville was just too fucked up for words but at least it was – in hindsight for those of us viewers who … Read More
