The greatest adventure

Recently, I’ve stopped looking at men. When I’m pottering round the Lanes at the weekend, on the bus to work, or in the park with the dog, it’s not men that catch my eye. Sure, I can still clock a stylish pair of glasses on a whippet-boned face at twenty paces – like the most… Continue reading The greatest adventure

The necessity of being alone

The second series of the inimitable Derry Girls opens with Erin monologuing in the bath and Orla crashing in with the line, “she’s pretending she’s on Parkinson again!” I cannot tell you how much I love and, as will come as no surprise, relate to that moment. Except when I do it, it’s not Parkinson, it’s Woman’s Hour or… Continue reading The necessity of being alone

In defence of being a massive loner

Greta Garbo. Hollywood icon; professional loner. Being a newbie in a city where I don’t know anyone except the people I live with suits me down to the ground – despite what I’ve been telling DB. He’s not been here very much as yet, due to work commitments and car trouble, and I haven’t let… Continue reading In defence of being a massive loner