Lifeline pen – parts 2 and 3 – The long goodbye

Dear Lucy, Shit’s getting real. That pen I wrote to you about recently – the green lifeline one (where I had the feeling, when it ends, so will I) – is literally hanging on by a pale, inky thread. Whilst I don’t think of myself as superstitious, I’m getting a bit concerned. I’m taking extraContinue reading “Lifeline pen – parts 2 and 3 – The long goodbye”

I meant “Neanderthal”

Dear Lucy, I called a man a Palestine the other day. Well, I almost did. I actually wanted to call him a philistine which, turns out, wasn’t even the right word anyway. It got me thinking though, about the reason that I wanted to shout at him at all, especially as I’m really not oneContinue reading “I meant “Neanderthal””

Be careful what you wish for

Dear Lucy,  I recently brought a brass lamp in a charity shop. I brought it because it was in the ‘this stuff is seriously crap’ 50p box under the till. The lid was missing and had been replaced by a stress ball that looked like a sprout. Its plight overwhelmed me – no-one would everContinue reading “Be careful what you wish for”

I just want some space!

Dear Lucy, I had coffee with a friend last week. He’s all for supporting local, independent ventures and so he chooses the location. I already know in advance it will be ‘one of those’ trendy coffee shops where, one way or another, I’m going to get a cup of coffee I won’t enjoy, feel generally insecureContinue reading “I just want some space!”