Autobiography

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T'is the Season...

Dusk fast falling, and I contemplate the day...
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Wild Venice

Wild Venice Peter Ackroyd subtitles his book on Venice “Pure City” – which to an English imagination initially seems very strange. Surely Venice is...

Exposed Now Concealed

Dear Diary...rendering work on front of house started on Monday 18 th April 2016; finished on Friday 22 nd April 2016. Exterior ravaged by hands of...

C.B.T

head throbbing body shaking heart pounding tears breaking, eyes look away, struggling to stay. I can hear the words she's saying trying to get me to...
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Bee's Journey - (the last leg)

We take it for granted that to make a journey is to travel from A to B, but it's not always as simple as that. There are often so many stops and...
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Diagnosis a True Beginning

I remember the look on my face as it melted and slid like The Scream to a puddle about my shocked toes off the floor. And in that cracked second I...
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Swan Song 2016

So. The day has come. You hit the big birthday that dangerously pitches you nearer the Queen's range of celebrations, rather than some Sweet Sixteen...
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Holidays

I felt very lucky as a child to have three holidays a year. We always went to the south coast -Bournemouth, Poole, Swanage, Sandbanks, Highcliff. Two...

Beginning

A young married couple struggle to get by on one wage. They are renting a one roomed wooden dwelling called The Retreat. A baby lies in the corner,...

Leggings - the makings of a Royal...

True christian forgiveness, and the makings of a Royal...

False happy

Feeling fine most of the time well enough to format a rhyme at least, but would this feeling cease if I stopped taking pills, I'm ill you see, felt...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter Eight: Song of a Quenguin

I was, and remain, very grateful for many things in my life in Culloden: for my landlord, David, and for my parents, who live on the other side of...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 7: Speak Well, Mean Well, Do Well

The job I had hoped for did not materialise. 2004 began slowly as my academic victories that meant so much did not immediately lead to any kind of...

Anxiety of School Years

Dear Diary...the ability to fit in to what teachers and peers of society expected of me was very hard to achieve when I was young, but there was one...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 6: I Shall Arise, Part 2

Back in Aberdeen, May was supposed to bring an end to the taught Postgraduate Diploma phase of the course, but I needed more time, having become...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 6: I Shall Arise, Part 1

I am sorry now that I did not attend Dad’s induction in Cromarty. I found it difficult to accept the pace of change, and what had happened in the...
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Exactly What is Parkinson's, Anyway?

To mark the start of Parkinson's Awareness Week

Petty torments and pyrrhic victories III: Wurzel the wi-fi weasel and his desperately dirty dog...

Nobody likes a freeloader. Even the more tolerant among you will surely admit that there is something entirely distasteful and infuriating about a...

Visiting ‘Mamgu' (Poetry Monthly)

Memories of visiting ‘Mamgu’ in Maesteg mid 1950s “Thirty miles, a ‘spangle’ to suck every ten, soon be there … look there’s the pub with our name...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 5: Fighting on the Beaches, Part 2

I gained one very clear benefit from returning to Stirling for that third semester. I met Adeline, a clinical psychologist based on the campus. I had...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter Five: Fighting on the Beaches, Part 1

Mum dropped me at the Gallowgate campus for my first day in September, 1994. It was a set of ugly, practical buildings near Marischal College, not...

Leggings vs Aztec Priests... etc... etc..

Leggings vs Aztec Priests... etc all seats £35 through the usual taker... Early on, sounds of a slave ganger moving his goods out of the way fast. It...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 4: October, Part 3

I settled in well at Aberdeen College, finding it liberating compared to school. It was run-down, paint peeling, but I liked it. Most students were a...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 4: October, Part 2

On my return to school in January, I still worried on how to relate to J. It took up a lot of my nervous energy. I was no mathematician, and despite...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 4: October, Part 1

My new confidence extended to school. There was a very marked difference when I returned to the Grammar for the 1988/9 academic session. ‘Your voice...
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Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 3: In a Lonely Place

The threat of fire in primary school terrified me. The rising scream of the siren for surprise fire drills turned my legs to jelly as I stood up from...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 2: Chocolate and Things Pertaining to Puddings

An improbable fragment of my first life was transferred over to the second in the form of a sandpit. The first manse we stayed in in Aberdeen, 54...

Never Let the Saucepan Boil Dry Chapter 1: Where the Heffalump Roam

Darkness gave way to light. My oldest memory is of the darkness in the Raigmore car park, lampposts shedding pools of light as I held Dad’s hand. The...

Words

Teach me how to grow organic inside as metabolism is eager to hurry-scurry... spine stands tall, blood life coursing each pulse nurtures this wanting...
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The 'It' Girl

'Make it snappy!' she'd holler, standing on the porch, curlers in her hair...

A Dream in Puberty

A Vision Beyond Puberty Nearly fifty years on from the weirdest dream I’ve ever had, I’ve decided its time to finally tell the world. Like any...
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Proud Moments

Dear Diary...After much coming and going to the beach, It was now moving towards afternoon, we just wanted to get back to the chalet to prepare for...
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The Cure

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The Sorting

The Sorting It started with his baseball shirt. It was still on its hanger in the laundry room. On laundry days I'd pause, then lay my hand on a...
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Proud Moments

Dear Diary...looking back now I don't know how I did all those classes, plus all the preparing for a session everyday. After my son went to school, I...

Leggings - the big blop!

Around 2pm, the diabolical mess started up with discordant singing and the acknowledgement of the laws of man and beast.

Proud Moments

Dear Diary...months went by as I started to make new friends at the leisure Center, hanging out in the sauna and chatting, which I found opened up...

To House A Home

These walls are arms and arms are walls, The cupboards stand so tip top tall And blossom flowers begin to fall Beyond the smudge smeared pane. And...
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Proud Moments

Dear Diary...when I first moved to Swindon in Wiltshire in 1987, I'd just got married for the second time and left all the people I knew behind in...

Leggings - the final shout?

Past 4a.m and the morning is braw. I awake from dreams so powerful and strange, that I know that I'm not in a dream. I'm at the mercy of a game...

SOPHIE'S STORY: THE SECOND-WORST NON-MILITARY MARITIME DISASTER

Image https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le_Joola_at_Ziguinchor_1991.jpg?... September 26, 2002. The Senegalese ferry MV Le Joola capsizes off...
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Chasing Stars

A perfect night – we scoured the skies as the clouds, finally, broke;
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Dad's Xmas Song - Video

In 2008 I wrote a Christmas song. My son Sam was a film student and wanted to video tape me doing the song. What neither of us figured on was my...
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Once

As a child, I read voraciously. I had a wild imagination. I could stare at walls and just create my own dream world. I had dreams. I knew that, one...
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First Tattoo and First Attempt at Shoplifting

The today in my story was yesterday, cos that's when I wrote it. And my thanks for reading. Bee x

no more heroes

No more heroes I found out yesterday That you really don’t and Never have loved me It didn’t come as a shock But hit as hard as death its self Once I...

Reminiscences of My Wedding Day

On the occasion of my Golden Anniversary on the 19th of March.
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Life Begins at Forty ( Pt 3 )

Now I had my autograph I was happy, but was disappointed that I'd not achieved what I set out to do that morning, feeling so sure of being chatted up...

Life Begins at Forty ( Pt 2 )

Once I'd left my friends I wandered off by myself, I was beginning to wish I'd been able to get two backstage passes as loneliness was setting in,...
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Life Begins At Forty ( Pt 1 )

Dear Diary...looking back over the years, my body clock ticking away for me now as I'm in my sixties, pausing for thought I remember at forty one I...
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STANDING UPON THE SHOULDERS OF GIANTS

"If I have seen further (than you and Descartes) it is by standing upon the shoulders of Giants." Sir Isacc Newton in a letter to Robert Hooke...
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My sterile prison cell. Life on a hospital ward

When I was younger I got drunk one night end ended up in a police cell. As I lay on the solitary piss-stained bunk I looked up at the ceiling of the...
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Buzzed Off

https://youtu.be/8CaY97M_gp8 Our hair means a lot to us girls, whether we style, colour, or just pin it up out of the way, it is an expression of our...

Vet

A need to see a doctor, Not me, my poorly pup, I guess it beats the worrying, To find out just what's up