Notes to a Precocious Playwright
WRITE TO DISCOVER!
It sounds a bit lofty and pretentious doesn’t it? And rather obvious? Like telling someone, Breathe to live! Drink to hydrate!Read More »Notes to a Precocious Playwright
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Foot Ma(e)ssage
“Happy Mother’s Day. I bought you some socks.”
“Oh, you really shouldn’t have.”
‘You’re right. It was lazy and uninspired and I fell for the stupid marketing on Facebook that said two pairs of socks in a cardboard box would make the perfect mother’s day gift.”Read More »Foot Ma(e)ssage
I’ll give you something to cry about
It’s March 1st and I think I’ve cried more in the past 4 months than in the last 20 years or so. Yes, I’m bragging a bit, but I’ll let it go this time. Read More »I’ll give you something to cry about
When is adoption like a zebra?
This article/sanctimonious claptrap is from last Sunday’s Observer. Ever since I read it I’ve been trying to work out how to respond without just spewing vitriol at and about this woman. Couldn’t do it. So instead I’ve posted the article in full and enhanced it with a few questions and thoughts of my own.
‘Adoption has been a journey from ignorance to enlightenment’ Really?
Sun 7 Feb 2021 10.00 GMT
Snakes alive, I’m…wait, what?
To mark the occasion of each birthday, I like to transpose my age numbers because I believe this indicates my real age and shows what kind of year I’m going to have. Since turning 50 it’s been mostly good. I don’t remember much about being 05 apart from the wailing. Read More »Snakes alive, I’m…wait, what?