A little poem for Mother’s Day… (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
In Defence of Online Dating
When I was younger/in a long term relationship with someone I met at Uni, I thought that online dating was TOTALLY LAME AND FOR LOSERS, OMG. I was pretty sure that I’d never need to pay a website to find me a boyfriend, because I was really cool and stuff, and surely it’s totes easy […]
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.
Memory is a weird thing. Sometimes I get pops and jumps of memory, that just get triggered by stuff. Sometimes memory comes to me in a nice, clean narrative. Sometimes (often with that second kind) I find out later that the memories are just… wrong. Things didn’t happen like that. It’s like my brain’s filled […]
Sentences
Once I get it it’s strange as I imagine this is what being hypnotised might feel like. This cold weather makes it worse. Of course. I am glad I came. I told you before This would be the route we were going to be taking. I surprise myself when I talk about stuff and remember […]
Three Questions
Ruth: Question 1) What do you want to be when you grow up? Lucy: Braver. I want to be fearless, like a mighty Amazonian, or perhaps Boudicca. I sometimes think I don’t stand up for myself enough. Alternatively, a labrador. They always look like they’re having such a good time. Ruth: Question 2) Scenario – […]
How I Fell In Love With Poetry
I haven’t been posting lately. I wrote a poetry show, though. Seriously! A whole show, with words, and poems, and feminist theory and a song at the end and EVERYTHING. I mean, it’s not done yet, obviously, but it’s a solid, recognisable first draft. I am thrilled. Also surprised. I did an MA in Writing, […]
Three Haikus About Overlong Train Rides
Five hours. Four changes. Lunch left on edge of platform but not crying. Yet. Not in Oxford yet. I started whining early. Fucking Doncaster. We rail together. I don’t hate everyone, no. Solidarity.
The Delicate Art of Being Hungover
If you are serious about drinking, the occasional hangover is inevitable. If you wake up with one, don’t try to defeat it. You won’t succeed, only waste energy and make yourself feel worse. No. Instead, you must learn to embrace the hangover, so she will leave on her own terms. It’s like the old legends […]
Advent Treat Day Sixteen – Escape
I’m not at work. I took a day off for no reason and now I’m on my way to London to get drunk. This is the best so far.
Advent Treat Day Fifteen – Party At Mine
It was wonderful. I love my friends. Now my flat smells of Irish coffee and stupidity, or, to put it another way, Christmas.