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The ones left behind
“For the ones who stayed,”“For the ones who left,”“And for all the ones who were lost.” I watched Belfast a few weeks ago.The hype around a film from Northern Ireland was hard to avoid. Truth be told, I hate seeing NI on screen. But I gave in. And off we trotted to the cinema. Hearing…
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More power to your elbow
Grey hair. White skin. Nodding to every black person that crosses her path. I have no doubt that the black and brown men and women of Northern Ireland were wondering what the hell this wee woman was doing. But for her this was a way of saying – you are alright. There’s a friendly face…
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Still stands
Written in June 2020 I am the proud daughter of a white woman. For most people that comes as a surprise. Because as you look at me you see a black woman. And for that I am proud. I am half black, half white, raised by a white mother. My dad died when I was…
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Right now
Being proved right normally elicits a smug smile and a feeling of vindication.I love being right.It is my happy place.My other half would tell you that I am smug in the face of victory. Am pretty much always right…undoubtedly he does this for an easy life. But to the victor the spoils and for me…
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K is for the Kardashians
My hatred of the Kardashians runs deep. Lack of identifiable talent, wit or perhaps even a brain cell among the four (oh yes five, let us not forget OJ’s one) are just some of the reasons. They are just on symptom of the crazy, post-truth, culturally declining world we live in. Where stupidity is ignored…
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J is for jejune
“and there pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases.” Anthony Trollope could have been describing my blog of late. This week I am once again without inspiration. I am jejune. I am, according to Urban Dictionary, using the worst word in the English language. Apparently jejune just bleeds pomposity and snobbery. If you seriously…
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It’s been over a year…
Since I last wrote, with promises of restarting my challenge to write a blog post every week. Clearly I failed. But it’s been a bit of a year. I’ve quit two jobs, met someone and moved from the big smoke of London to smaller Southsea. Along the way I probably still haven’t found out anymore…
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H is for…
hello…again. Very remiss of me after such big promises of delivering a blog a week…not sure how far behind I am – or indeed who cares – but I’m back. Next up is I and I will hopefully get back on track with utterly irrelevant ramblings that brighten up some of your days!
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G is for grooming…
My knees are not trembling. My thighs have not felt the burn that comes from hovering too long. You know that feeling ladies – when you are at pains to keep all parts of your body as far away from a toilet seat as possible. We’ve all been there…dying for a pee, but unable to…
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F is for…
If you didn’t immediately think of the f-word I congratulate you. I did, my friends did – we probably all went straight for the profane. And while I could have told you all about an amazing florist in West Hampstead (Achillea), I will save that for another blog and focus on why we are all…
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