Category Archives: the way things were

10 years younger

In the inevitable “sorting out of junk” which accompanies moving house, I recently found an old diary. From 10  years ago – very slightly before I had a blog. I was 18. I had just started doing my A levels. … Continue reading

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Pass the zimmerframe

The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young – Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey (1891) I’ve been thinking a lot about getting old recently. I’ve been thinking about my parents … Continue reading

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Ghost stories

There were 5 of us who started together on that first term. T had the bed by the cupboards, L was by the window, O was on the bottom bunk, I was on the top and M? M was in … Continue reading

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And suddenly I’m 8 again

This song just came on the radio. Suddenly I’m no longer at work. I’m 8. Christmas is snowy. Presents are bountiful.  Nothing is bad or scary. I’m not worried about anything. The holidays last forever. School isn’t until next year. A … Continue reading

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Do you wanna be in my gang?

In order to be down wid da kidz nowadays, you have to be part of a gang. In London alone, there are 169 different gangs, each with their own patch, their own rules and their own way of doing things. … Continue reading

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The days before computers

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Lest we forget

DULCE ET DECORUM EST Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,  Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,  Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs  And towards our distant rest began to trudge.  Men marched asleep. Many … Continue reading

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Just call me Miss Marple

I’m going a murder mystery evening. I am Nicole, an 18 year old idealist with a lefty poet boyfriend. The year is 1942. The place is Casablanca, in the latest days of Vichy – America has just entered the war and … Continue reading

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Fight or flight

You can’t have failed to notice the plethora of articles about innocent men, women and children who’ve been attacked (and in some cases killed) on the streets of Britain recently. I was at a course the other day and the instructor said … Continue reading

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Lost friends

Recently my televisual viewing pleasure has been interrupted by a spate of adverts for things like Friends Reunited, Facebook bla bla bla. Meet up with people you haven’t seen in ages! What is so-and-so up to now? Did they ever … Continue reading

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