October 2011
3 posts
Messin' with the occult
It was the winter of 2002 when my mother, aunt and I got kicked out of a seance for pissing off the medium. My aunt Annie is my mother’s eldest sister; a magnified version of my mother with wild hair, grand hand gestures and a hearty laugh where lesser mortals merely smile. Over the years they have developed a relationship delicately built by sharing interests and experiences, and ...
Sister Act
A week or so ago, I flew over to the Netherlands to spend a few celebratory days with my family. It was my mother’s birthday and my sister has recently engaged herself to be married to a 6 ft 5 tall PE teacher with a penchant for DJ-ing, which he does at weekends under the pseudonym DJ Willy. This only adds to his likeability and the enviable ease with which he moves around social...
Identifying key goals in life (the fur collar is...
We must all die at some point, and what we’re supposed to do in the meantime is, at best, very vaguely outlined in terms of things we’re definitely not allowed to get involved in. Frustratingly, you grow up being told what to do until you’re old enough to drive a car. After that you’re suddenly expected to carry on doing things without directions and sitting around...
June 2011
1 post
Let's talk vegetables.
So, I’ve never really blogged, or posted anything longer than a Facebook message online. Partially because I have always assumed that my attention span wouldn’t stretch that far, but mainly because of my inherent concern that whatever I write will be judged as boring; I could live with interesting people finding my blog boring. That’s because they’re genuinely interesting...