Christmas 2018!

Happy Christmas all! Another solar orbit done, and not gonna lie, 2018 has had a fair number of downs, as well as some truly extraordinary ups. 2019 looks like it will also be a bit of an adventure, especially in the UK as we lurch towards what could well prove to be one of the biggest constitutional disasters of living memory (hurrah!), but hell, least we can do is keep talking and trying. Thank you everyone who’s been so supportive and generous in all these months; it means the world to me. If I have any New Year Resolutions, I…

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Girly Girly Violence – 2018

It surprises me how, years later, a blog post I wrote about being a woman doing a martial art is still getting comments.  Particularly, people are STILL debating the merit of hitting a guy in the nuts as a tool of self-defence.  Most don’t really have much of a relationship with this other than “oh yeah, I saw that in a movie once, it seemed to work”.  Some will explain in detail why it doesn’t; a few have expressed outrage and horror that I would even say much a thing, and one individual announced my remark about male genitalia in…

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My local library

When I was at primary school, we’d sometimes walk round the back of the carpark, up the back road and to my local library.  It was a treat – a special day.  We’d sing “the wheels on the bus go round and round” (endlessly) and get to choose a couple of books each to read, and maybe a book to borrow, and some kids would huddle in groups comparing pictures, and others would sit on squishy bags in corners and read until it was time to go. Then I started violin lessons (I was crap) and would get to visit,…

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Swimathon – March 2019

I’ve signed up to swim 5k in March 2019 to raise money for Cancer Research UK and Marie Curie!  Yaaaaayyyy!  Because 200 lengths is fine, right?  Totally fine…. This is not my first swimathon.  In 2015 and 2016 I was part of a swimming team (the Red Herrings) which divided up the task of doing 5k first between four of us in 2015, then three of us the year after.  On my last swimathon I went into the pool having spent a week in tech, followed by a really spicy pizza, and basically farted and burped my way through my…

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Crazy weeks and sleep

It’s been a few crazy weeks.  To summarize roughly, they went something like this… At the end of October, I was lucky enough to be a guest at Fantasycon, which this year was held in Chester.  On the Friday of going to Fantasycon, I first went to Ipswich to see rehearsals for a (stunningly good) dance show I’ve been working on for a year.  The 9 a.m. train from Liverpool St arrived with more than enough time to spare to watch a couple of runs, talk to the choreographer, sit down with the production manager and work through the outstanding…

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Silence

As an only child, growing up in the city, I remember the first time my parents left me home alone for a weekend.  The house was far too big for me, and since I lived in Hackney, but went to school on the other side of town, there wasn’t a sense of friends nearby, of a neighbour to run to if all went wrong.  Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, there was an order of lights you turned on and off as you moved through the house; first the landing, then the stairs, then the corridor,…

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