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10 years younger

Posted in blast from the past, i can read y'know, look at me, love 'n' things, lovely men, stuff i've done, the way things were, this is the modern world, tagged , , on 5 June, 2010 | 16 Comments »

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. I was in a college in a small town in the south eastern countryside. I [...]

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Pass the zimmerframe

Posted in ask me about me, cow abroad, everyday bits 'n' bobs, happy happy joy joy, look at me, ponderings, stuff i've done, the way things were, this is the modern world, tagged , on 24 May, 2010 | 25 Comments »

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 getting older (as indeed, they must). I’ve been thinking about my friends getting older. I’ve [...]

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Ghost stories

Posted in blast from the past, dreaming, everyday bits 'n' bobs, look at me, stuff i've done, tell me a story, the way things were, tagged , on 12 May, 2009 | 2 Comments »

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 the middle bed. Symes House looked as though it had been built in the mid 1960s (although [...]

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And suddenly I’m 8 again

Posted in blast from the past, dreaming, home sweet home, stuff i've done, the parentals, the way things were, tagged , , , on 16 December, 2008 | 5 Comments »

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 wry smile plays on my lips. It can’t have been that good. We used to [...]

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