Children of the Night…

My friend and wonderful writer Anita Marie Moscoso has a deliciously creepy imagination, and writes great stories.
I was thinking of her while I was lazing at a friend’s house one night watching the bats fly over. There’s copse down the road that is Bat Central - you can smell it as you drive past. At [...]

Things that pass through our hands..

A piece of the hand made rug in my room
“If my life is for rent, and I don’t learn to buy, I deserve nothing more than I get, and nothing I own is really mine…”
Dido’s song seems to have special meaning for me. I believe than none of us owns anything – that everything is [...]

Exercise as Penance

Opening my bleary eyes on the world yesterday, I was watching the morning news when they flashed a short piece on the latest exercise craze - yoga in a `hot room’.
There was the commentator, sweating like the proverbial, surrounded by people in varying degrees of undress and cardiac arrest, yoga-ing like mad (isn’t this supposed [...]

The Political Comedy Show

It’s interesting to see what kind of debates crop up in an election year. Here is Australia, we are probably going to be facing a November election, while in the USA, of course, the presidential election routine is under way.
Listening to the radio the other day, I heard an interesting debate about the use of [...]

On Being Shabby Before It Was Chic

Talking about 101 Things a Girl Can Do reminded me of where I found it, in a box of childrens’ books as a second hand bookshop in Stratford On Avon.
My mother and I haunted these bookshops, and on this occasion I had already spent my pocket money on comics and begged her for the sixpence [...]

Where Do You Want To Go Today?

Some years ago, there used to be a commercial for Microsoft that used the slogan: “Where Do You Want to Go Today?”
The idea was that the Internet could take you to places beyond your imagination - one image that particularly appealed to me was a Van Gogh street scene, and the way the Internet surfer [...]

All My Heroes Are Women

I’m not sure when I started collecting heroes. I think it just grew on me, from my teenage `crushes’ to my adult role model seeking – and all my heroes were women.
It began with the Cat Woman. I met her when I was still a little girl, anxious to please as I faced the prospect [...]