My fiancé turned to me last night and asked if I was having an existential experience. I realise what I must’ve looked like. People around me were dancing, cheering, singing and generally rocking-out, whereas I was completely still in my seat at The Opera House. Tears were running down my face and my hands covered … Continue reading When Prince Charming took me to see Prince Charming
My first memory of Amsterdam was the four of us sitting outside a bar, drinking beer and eating chocolate cake that made us high. Good friends laughing easily and loudly at silly jokes. Two couples, both married in subsequent years. Now, one couple is divorced and no longer in touch. The other is still going … Continue reading Amsterdam
Do you have to be moving a pen across a page or tapping fingertips on a keyboard to be ‘writing’? Yesterday, I wrote the first 500 words I’ve managed in the last two weeks, barring blog and journal, and all of them were a load of rubbish. Just now, I deleted the lot. But I … Continue reading Writing, Dying and Opening Doors…
I’ve been thinking about all that my daughters are teaching me. It’s the big ‘life’ stuff: Love. Laughter. Fun. This morning, I taught my two little girls to dunk their croissants into small bowls of hot chocolate, because nobody breakfasts like the French. I’m also teaching them to read and write and count. All that’s important, but … Continue reading Love. Laughter. Fun.
Imagine, if you will, that you are on a date with someone you’ve been attracted to for ages. The gender of this person is entirely up to you, but you really like them. Maybe you’ve already had a couple of lovely dates, engaged in conversations that have seriously bonded you, and you’re thinking, ‘yes, there’s … Continue reading What it’s like to sleep with someone like me…
I’ve been preoccupied by thoughts about Hamlet lately. The Shakespeare play. That’s why I was trawling around the internet the other night, when I found that prime bit of Shakespeare porn. (Is there anyone more attractive than Peter O’Toole in his prime, discussing something he was obviously passionate about and an expert in? Just gorgeous. … Continue reading To Be or Not To Be
Something for Valentines day ... I wrote this poem as I was looking through my wedding album many years ago. This evening, I am sad as I look at the photos and read over my poem. I'm not sad that the marriage didn't last; I married the wrong man. What's sad is that I walked … Continue reading Snapshots of a Wedding