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An Album Called Blood Visions and how not to get rid of your cd collection

Jul 2, 2020

It’s not a substituteIt’s not a substituteBut it will doIt’s not a substituteIt’s not a substitutefor you -Not A Substitute by Jay Reatard I am powerless against the vividness and indiscriminate nature of memory. They pop and snap inside me and get under the skin. I hold them in parts of my body that ache…

At The End Of The Day Bring on the next revolution: Le Miserables and memory

Jun 30, 2020

This was when my parents really loved to sing along to Le Miserables. My father would sing along to At The End Of The Day and Lovely Ladies. It wasn’t until now on this Saturday evening that I finally understood that the song was about sex workers and most of the lyrics were double entendre. As a child I remember thinking yes it would be ‘’Easy money lying in a bed.’’ Why don’t my parents make money that way?

chocolate chip Biscuits

Jun 1, 2020

I spent the last days of Autumn walking amongst gravestones in sunlight and cloud and wind. My favourite kind of gravestones are old and crumbling. I like imagining the lives of the names I read out loud. What they were like. How often they were happy and how often they felt overwhelmed and sad enough…

Rules For Visiting

Feb 4, 2020

Kneel before me. The bionic woman.
The radiologist was hot. Why are they so attractive?! They ask about what kind of bra you are wearing and if it’s underwire. They say you have to remove it. I know it’s for a chest X-ray. But. Is it REALLY.
The answer is yes.
My insides are astounding. I make no apologies and give no credit to god.

How To Build A Skeleton Heart: love letters

Jan 13, 2020

            January 2010 Hello there How are you? I decide to try and be a Nanny. It is a raint freezing morning in London as I make my way to an office in the city for an interview. I have a resume that I emailed and think that it must be good. All my teaching…

How To Build A Skeleton Heart: love letters

Jan 13, 2020

            January 2010 Hello there How are you? I decide to try and be a Nanny. It is a raint freezing morning in London as I make my way to an office in the city for an interview. I have a resume that I emailed and think that it must be good. All my teaching…

How To Build A Skeleton Heart: love letters

Nov 29, 2019

December 2009 Oh dear it is a strange time here She just wants someone to take her to the film version of one of her favourite picture books as a child. Someone to share a coke with. The trailer just came on television, as she sat in the arm chair under the lamp counting her…

How To Build A Skeleton Heart: love letters

Nov 26, 2019

oh my gosh. young Jess bends over backwards for an unworthy twit yet again. I just want to grab her and hug her and tell her it gets better. you will wake up eventually.

the song lyric? how does it go? oh!

you play stupid games. you win stupid prizes.

How To Build A Skeleton Heart: love letters

Nov 18, 2019

In a city as densely populated as London, it stands to reason that things like postage is delivered even on weekends. On this particular Saturday morning I was sitting in my usual spot, on the floor with back against the heater. The snowy street outside my window went unseen as my curtains were drawn to keep in the heat in. This was because the window panes were so draughty that the ice came in and froze on the inside of the window. I was sitting on the floor spending the morning with a hot chocolate and Kundra’s The Incredible Lightness of Being. The book was quite absorbing but my brain was doing quite a few things at once. Does your sexy mind do that? It’s like a splice within a splice.