27th February 2012
His name was Aditya. When I spoke to him, that’s the name I used. Aditya, the sun. He was my sunshine, for the few months that I knew him. He gave me hope for a future that I never thought I would have, and that is now uncertain. When he died, it was all I could do to not crawl…
18th February 2012
I admit it: I adore Top Gear. I’ve always loved cars (I’m convinced that this is genetic, and that I inherited it from my grandfather and my mother), and the combination that is James May, Jeremy Clarkson, and Richard Hammond was clearly made in automobile heaven. So I was thrilled when I heard (late last year) that they were…
14th February 2012
Cupido Cruciator In that ‘blest Elysian ground’ which Virgil describes (where the saddened lovers are shaded by myrtle), the heroines are conducting their rites, each one with some sign of the death she died. They wander about in a dank forest with an ominous light. Reeds and poppies grow in the stagnant ponds and silent streams. Flowers of evil thrive in…
14th February 2012
As I’m single for Valentine’s Day this year, and as I possess a healthy disrespect for the holiday no matter what my current romantic status, I thought I’d do things a little differently and write a greeting for my ex-boyfriends. So, here it is. Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’d rather be single, than be with you.
3rd February 2012
I dropped in unexpectedly on mum the other day to find her having a cup of tea with her solicitor, a kindly old man whom I’ve known since I was a little girl. My most endearing memory of him is the way he held my hand when I was a terrified five-year-old in court during my parents’ rather bitter…
2nd February 2012
I consider myself blessed. My friends constantly challenge me to think more closely and less guardedly, and in so doing they help me see more clearly more often. In recent times, a friend talked to me in great depth about selfishness. He was talking about his own selfishness and his inability to consider himself better than other people because of…
1st February 2012
“Oh how I wish I could go back to being fifteen again”, lamented my best friend Aro to the world at large. Lolling near the window on a large couch, with a book in one hand and an iced drink in the other, I hardly heard a word until she repeated it again, with a glare at me. Clearly,…