Russel Brand. You only have to look at him or listen to his ‘comedy’ for ten minutes to know he adores himself. He’s tall, slim and has lots of hair, a massive ego and the gift of the gab. He’s also famous. Women have fallen at his knees and he…
Category: I remember as a teen
When the purge comes…
Russel Brand, accused of sexual assault and rape. Well who would have believed it? Me for starters. You only have to look at the sleaze bag and his permanently open mouth and gritted teeth. I can smell his bad breath and cheesy penis from here. I wonder how many haven’t…
The Library
I remember books. I’ve always loved books. The smell of a new book and it’s pristine pages is a little bit of rapture in everyday life. As a child I spent hours and hours on Saturdays with my spending money in W.H.Smiths. I wanted them all. I had to touch…
Hawkwind
I remember my first ever kiss. I was in second year at Grammar school and he was in year four. Me and sis went on a joint date with his mate for a walk around the Valley Gardens. My date was called Mike Reid and he was the lead singer…
Dear Prudence
I remember our ginger Cairn terrier. It was sis’s I think, given for some birthday or other, from Granny Vi. Anyway she was a cute but smelly little thing called Suzie. Only we called her Prudence because it suited her better. It’s like children. You give them a name when…
Art teachers
I remember my art teacher at school was called Mr Dick, much to our childish amusement. He encouraged me in my art though and I remember very well copying Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights when I was 12, much to his approval. When I was 17 and went to…
The flasher
I remember one of the many days we skived off school. We were about 14 or 15. Me, sis and my best mate Sally. The Valley Gardens in Harrogate was one of THE best places to hide out when you were supposed to be in school. This particular day we…
Watching the detectives
I remember when we were hiding behind the sofa with the lights off. Me and sis and mum. Our flat was on the second floor and the floor to ceiling window looked directly out onto a grassy hill. We called him Elvis. Not after the King of course, but the…