It was during Euro 96 that I first met my new boyfriend’s family. We were 23 and his little brother was just turning 13. We bought him a looney tunes Euro 96 t-shirt for his birthday. He was a bookworm, I mean a serious bookworm. I suppose there was no mobile phones … More Bunk beds and superheroes

    So here I am pretty much ready to close the curtains on this chapter of my life. High, high time. It’s over 2 weeks since we left home and travelled up to Manchester. It was easier this time. The ‘dress rehearsal’ paid off. I knew the hotel. I’d met the people. I knew … More Sindy-legs and Morphine

  I left you last when my long-awaited surgery had been cancelled, back in July. Much water has passed under the bridge since then, and now seems to be the day to catch you back up on it. It took me a while to recover from the shock of the cancellation. I was in bed … More Just an administrative error

    It’s been an emotional day for me today. I was diagnosed with severe and deep-seated Endometriosis in 2017, and in November of that year, I was told I urgently needed surgery.  I was put on what are essentially chemotherapy drugs for prostate cancer, to stop further damage while I waited for said surgery.  … More I stood on the edge of a black hole

Funny isn’t it, how easily blasé one can become? I wrote most of this is in NY, in December (2017!). Now I think “Grand Central Station. Wow!”, I long for the thrill of being there. Such an iconic place. Yet I appear to have written this like I’d just popped down to the corner shop? … More Neon erections and trains with no destination: NY Pt5

    Having written my first blog post in months yesterday, I found myself last night, back on my art adventures, and with another post brewing. On tour with a British orchestra, in transit in Miami. I knew there was a Louise Bourgeois Exhibition at ICAMiami and had therefore tried to fly twenty-four hours earlier, … More Pink Fur and Vulvas