I’ve lost the ability to talk. I haven’t, that’s a nonsense. I’m talking for England, my old home, my home no longer- I sit outside cafes in Prenzlauerberg and Mitte, drink muddy coffee and talk. I sit in church halls and talk, sit on the UBahn and think before meeting up with new…
God, I love this city. As I walk out of the SBahn station at Warschauerstrasse the first thing I see is the Fernsehturm, the iconic TV tower, over across town, lighting up the night sky. It’s 11pm and the air is so cold that my lungs hurt, and the streets are gritted- every now…
Continue readingBerlin, Part 1: Lah- tex, Brexit and a golden lion
I couldn’t really have written this post before today. It’s New Year’s Day and I’m lying in bed, knickerless, unwashed and underslept after a very much- needed evening of slutty hedonism, silliness, dressing- up and legs akimbo laughter. In so many ways 2018 was a sparkling year in which I learnt and grew and achieved…
1. Do you go out of your way to be nice? Well, first of all, I sort of think ‘nice’ is a bullshit word. I’d rather be compassionate, wise, thoughtful, supportive and kind than nice. I guess ‘nice’ is supposed to encapsulate all of those things but it doesn’t, not really. It’s a niminy- piminy…
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This is my first #soss post- I’m trying to impose the structure of the meme onto my chaotically ADDled brain, and formally send shouts out to the fabulous writing of some of my fellow bloggers. (Actually, even saying that feels weird- do I really feel like I can call myself a blogger? I have a…
An old friend of mine just sent me an email. It wasn’t just to me- she’s set up a mailchimp newsletter. The email was about secrets- she has just made a journey to tell a huge, life- changing truth to people who needed to hear it, and when she writes about the process her words…
You could write about what we get up to, he says. Turn it into a book, sell a million copies. We’ll be rich beyond our wildest dreams. I’m not sure if it’s an idea or an order. I will take it as the latter. *************** My arse is covered in wooden spoon bruises…