Moaning About The Weather

Brits cannot go a day without commenting on the weather, it is our specialist subject and we even have a lexicon of weather words to help us describe the ever changing conditions.  I love all weather. I especially love rain, heavy rain, heavy downpours of torrential rain. I cannot remember ever moaning about the weather…

Daag Masala 

‘Have you been crying?’ My Mother stares into the phone whilst contining to chop onions. I give her the hay fever excuse and then start going on about Chem Trails to deflect further questioning. They are polluting our air, it distresses me, making us sick. I sigh, I am so sick and tired of life’s…

What Happiness Feels Like

I am poolside with a glass on San Miguel. Tonight I will begin the brouhaha that happens each year of my life, sometime twice, occasionally thrice.  My trip began with a soft opening, a trip to the north east where families and aged hippies enjoy a quieter pace of life. I go four star all…

I hate compliments

The Irish are fabulous at deflecting compliments and it’s something I picked up during my twelve years there. Whilst I appreciate that I am Totes Amaze-Balls, inevitably my anxiety levels start to rise if I am complimented or praised. I get all weird and bashful which quickly turns to disgust and ridicule. I give everyone…

The Wilhelm Scream

Tonight James Blake keeps me company in my bedroom. His album on loop. Beautiful eerie sounds, calming me. I am jittery, anxious and confused.  James knows. We’re both falling, falling, falling 

From my bed to the cliff’s edge

This year is not going so well for me and I continue to trundle through and trundle I do. I am caught between trying to be ‘positive’ and actually feeling negative, most days I do not know which way is up.  The doctors have no time for me and no one else really cares what…