• This is Your Life
  • Marry me.

    I was sat waiting for a Greyhound bus in the middle of the Nevada Desert when he popped the question. I had been watching the dimpling heat ripples rising above Las Vegas for the last two hours, it wasn’t glamorous, but here he was, in his plaid shirt and his cowboy hat, about 50 years my senior and asking […]

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  • The Monday Muse. Stuffed Hen.

    Stuffed Hen. I have reached the age where weddings and babies are a common occurrence amongst my friends, and so for the second time this year I find myself organising a ‘hen do’. Whilst emailing prospective ‘hens’ my brain started to whirl and wonder, why the hell am I referred to as a ‘hen’? The […]

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  • Day 83.

    As a little person I was always rather jealous of my parents and their piles of post from the man in the red jacket, and it was with covetous hands that I would forage the pile in hope of seeing my name. Nowadays, a dose of adult realisation has taught me that the post is […]