Black & White

By | December 1, 2010

The most pressing question on my mind right now is: am I a seamed stocking kind of girl? And further to that – do sheer black stockings go with a white dress? The answer is yes, apparently – as illustrated in the photograph above. Thank God…

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Antidote for Winter – new prose poem piece

By | November 30, 2010

CLICK HERE TO READ MY LATEST CREATION

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Bunions and Bennett

By | November 30, 2010

Today I woke up with a start. I’d just had a minor disagreement with Gary Kemp who was, I think, jealous that his younger brother and fellow Spandau ballet dancer, Martin, had invited me to his apartment with a view to naughtiness. Luckily, there was a cocktail bar next door so Martin and I decamped [...]

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What’s eating Gilbert Grape?

By | November 30, 2010

On Sunday night, I had a pop at somebody in the pub for making fun of a bloke with Down’s Syndrome.
I took offense to the use of the word ‘retarded’ and that his protruding tongue was mistaken for dribbling admiration of all the women in the ro…

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Wikileaks: the claims

By | November 29, 2010

Yahoo have handily summarised the contents of those US documents leaking all over the internet like a week old corpse. Hands up who honestly wants to read any of them other than these?
- “Inappropriate behaviour” by a member of the Royal Family.
- “…

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The fourth emergency service

By | November 29, 2010

John James has a collar. It has his name and my number on it. Almost every time I let him out of the house, he goes and breaks into somebody elses and I get a concerned phone call. I think he needs an upgrade, as the collar just seems to make people p…

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33

By | November 29, 2010

I am 33 years old. How ancient does that sound?

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Short but (dreams less) sweet

By | November 28, 2010

There is a moment of wanting that lasts. Mary knew realistically that the doll would never come to life but it didn’t stop her wishing. To comfort herself, she played a game, imagining its voice in her head. Maybe it was alive – just that it was trap…

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Grit Lit – My Last Short Story Reading of the Year

By | November 28, 2010

COME AND HEAR ME READ MY SHORT STORY, SUICIDAL GIRLFRIEND, THIS FRIDAY, 8PM, RED ROASTER, KEMP TOWN Expect nothing less than the grittiest writing in town, from the award-winning Grit Lit duo.Performance poet diva and writer Akila, published in True Ta…

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Missing information and missed opportunities

By | November 26, 2010

I saw this van in Hove recently. So, ‘Hove Paints’… what do they do? They probably don’t do painting, although they could do painting. They probably sell paint. But what kind of paint? Is it paint for artists? Or paint for children? Is it paint for your living room? Or paint for factories? Do they [...]

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