Tag Archives: Cornish Bloke

A Mazy Road

(Content Warning: Discusses Dementia) “Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.” This week I recited poetry with an old guy that I work with. He’s been sharp as anything ever since. This is the old guy who occaisionally thinks I’m his daughter. Which, … Read More


Intimacy and Sex and All That Jazz

(Content Warning: This is one hell of a waffly self-indulgent ramble) Someone pointed out that the way I used the word ‘intimacy’ the other day was not really reflective of what I actually think intimacy is. An entirely accurate point but trapped as I am expressing myself within the structure of a shared language I … Read More




Mish-flu

This winter I have felt particularly aggrieved every time I’ve got a cold. I’m behaving like I’ve got man-flu or something! The aches and fatigues just feel as if they’re the straw before the camel’s back breaks. See – I can’t stop being melodramatic about them! The Girl With the Golden Hair and I were … Read More