It’s wedding season again in Keighley. A time of pealing church bells, confetti and bouquets thrown to the bridesmaids. Nope scratch that and replace with car hire and fireworks. Lamborghinis and Ferraris in glorious shades of orange, red and putrid green are the weapons of choice. I witnessed three screech…
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Growing Old Wisely
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Erosion of free speech
I shouldn’t read the news because I despair. I shouldn’t take notice of the things I see on social media because it makes me anxious. I should live in a little bubble and protect my mental health. Or I could wake up. Last night in good old Keighley town they…
The Rearrangement: a modern story
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The Meeting
These weren’t siren calls they were the opposite. They were the screeches, the wails and the screams of vengeance. The anger of the dead women so visceral and potent it was starting to scorch the world down below. ”Where do we even start there are so many?” asked Juliet during…
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Heatwaves and AI
This weather is magnificent. This whole Summer has been so far. As a little gardener it’s been a fabulous mix of glorious sun with enough rain in-between to help with the watering. On Monday with the aid of a gadget I obtained after much reading of reviews from trusty amazon,…
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Summer noise and burst pipes
Every year I forget how noisy this season is. Great industrial, howling lawnmowers a persistent screech of busyness. The strimmer and the hedge trimmer manned by men with noise cancelling headphones, oblivious to anything around them including children and small dogs. The communal areas, the church gardens, the cemetery and…
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The word police
I’ve been wanting to write about Lucy Connoly for a while now but I’m so enraged by the injustice that has been done to her I’m afraid I might end up in prison too. This was not at Speakers Corner or on a rally over a microphone but on her…
The Rearrangement: a modern story
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The Rearrangement: a modern story
They came in great numbers these women. Ravaged and mutilated and angry. Climbing out of the pc monitors and the television screens. Out of the wooded paths and the quiet streams and the rural roads. Out of the seedy hotel rooms and the penthouse apartments. The brothels, the backstreets and…
Growing Old Wisely
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REFORM!
I was waiting with barely controlled excitement on what was looking like Reform finally getting a foothold in Thursday’s local elections. My last two votes went to Reform after voting conservative my whole life but they’d lost the plot. Living in a Pakistani colonisation of West Yorkshire I’m buried up…
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Transphobic and proud
So this week we’ve had a result for British women. Real women not ones with a cock and balls I might add. The supreme court and five judges had to declare what a woman was which has to be the biggest pisstake out of women yet in the whole of…
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Making art and thinking thoughts…
I was doing a bit of art tonight in my journal. All in the silence: no doggies, no music. In the flow they call it and it’s true. Time disappears when you’re fully immersed in doing something you enjoy. I forgot about lunch the other day which has encouraged me…