Ah, those were the days—the above photo is of our former front ‘garden’ of the flat we once owned in East London. You can see why it was easy to maintain. We had a few feet of impoverished soil over which we put weed suppressant fabric and some blue-coloured bark chippings. And we ...

Image by Kounelli via Flickr See the colour neon pink and I’m immediately transported back to the 1980s. It isn’t pretty. See a child lost in a supermarket and I hesitate because help can now be misconstrued but back in 1972, in Woolworth’s, looking for my mum, I was very small and...

Image via Wikipedia It’s been a real emotional ride since last Friday, which was my 42nd birthday. My beloved made the evening of that day memorable and perfect, rustling me up one of my favourite meals—goats’ cheese languine with herb butter—and by just being my greatest ble...

Image via CrunchBase In sacking a 16-year-old employee for describing her job as ‘boring’ on her Facebook page, the senior management of Ivell Marketing & Logistics in Clacton have together demonstrated their complete inability to grasp the significance and power of the Internet both...

What you see above are three tatty hens paying homage to the Golden God who arrived in their midst on Saturday afternoon, and immediately caused a celebrity sensation. Cries of, “It’s a boy!” and “No. Is it?” and “What’s a boy?” could be heard. There w...

Image via Wikipedia The ghost of a yellow flies by leaving blue in its wake the same love and cycle a red-keen yearning year on year sky on sky and he thinks about small and returning dream on dream bye on bye. for Buttercup....

Image by Jerry7171 via Flickr She lost her house keys. She lost her self-esteem. She lost her confidence. She lost her car keys. She lost her baby. She lost her faith. She lost her looks. She lost her mind. She lost her way....

Image by millzero.com via Flickr It burns, this new disease, this endurance test, and he knows it a crime against his own belonging. Should he throw it away, a disposable grievance? It is nothing of the kind. She lied, and broke him. He has no womb. He never will. Hers, she paid to make it right. Sh...

Image via Wikipedia The nice lady put down her Daily Mail, reached for her coffee, and said, Class A, Class B, Class C what’s it all mean to me? I get my drugs, they’re not drugs, really, they’re medicines, from my trustworthy GP, well, kind of, he writes out a prescription, I get ...

Image by ToniVC via Flickr Some people just wear out like a clock that runs out of Time. They grind to a halt. They stutter, seize, or snarl. As if by dust, or grit, or chokesome lime, they become fettered, restrained, held accountable by that great Sage, Death and all his mindings, that can be scop...