A gentler way of doing 5:2
Haven’t blogged for a while. That’s because I’ve been incredibly busy – about which no complaints, obviously. And I wasn’t sure if my latest attempt to lose weight was working. For a while I tried to...
View ArticleThe kindness of strangers
This week I’ve written in The Guardian about how my brief brush with mental illness when I was a teenager has dogged me for 40 years since it happened. It’s not the first or even second time I’ve...
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Why we love Steve Jobs
Why was Apple Computer founder Steve Jobs so incredibly well loved? He died four years ago this month and a new film has just been released about his life in the US, due for release in the UK on...
View ArticleFacebook fracas and fallouts
Earlier this month I was dumped by someone on Facebook and rather than hide and cower in the corner crying, licking my wounds, I decided to do what all good writers do – turn pain into paying copy. It...
View ArticleAnd so this is Stressmas…
This year, same as last, I am not keeping Christmas. Or Stressmas as I prefer to call it. Scrooge? Bah humbug? Perhaps. But enforced jollity has never been my thing and podding out pounds for tat I...
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Tell me why you cry
After the shock and the grief comes inevitably the rage. So it was on Monday when David Bowie’s death was announced. It didn’t take long before the outpouring of grief was greeted with puzzlement,...
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You’ll get death threats!
For a while now I’ve wanted to write about pets and my antipathy towards them. Not the animals so much – I’ve nothing against them and in fact I do actually quite like cats (see pic I snapped of the...
View ArticleWhy I won’t check my privilege
As a blogger it’s supposedly my duty to check my privilege every once in a while. To remind not so much my half dozen or so readers that I am a privileged white born woman living in a very privileged...
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A purple patch
Following the death of Prince last week out again came the grief police, decrying the “mass mourning” and worrying that the country had gone all “Diana” again – referring to that still considered...
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Why Corbyn is Narcissus
Jeremy Corbyn may not drink, smoke, take drugs, eat meat or drive. But he’s become totally hooked on a far more dangerous drug – attention. The fanatical following he gets and loves so much will...
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