Time is hurling me towards my book deadline at the moment. And you’d have thought the pressure and importance of the whole thing would focus my mind, wouldn’t you? However, instead of writing, one rainy Saturday afternoon I find myself googling that song from the eighties by Owen Paul. Like you do. And on the […]
Silent Sunday
Violence against women – Viagra for the rapists
Today’s theme at Transatlantic Blonde’s Feminist Friday is violence against women. There are reports that Colonel Gaddafi has been dishing out Viagra to his troops so that they can rape to order. This sickening news has marched round and round in my head all week until it has worn a deep uneasy path. I’ve been […]
Sh*g, marry avoid – the Edinburgh Moonwalk version
Gordon Brown, Tony Blair and David Cameron. Trinny, Susannah and Mary Portas. Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsay and Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall. George Michael, Freddie Mercury and Marc Almond, Justin Fletcher, Mr Bloom and Grandpa In My Pocket. This is what it had come to. Tough, tough choices I can tell you. You see @Ladyblahblahs and I […]
We don’t burn bras in this house, we stick pompoms on them
Burning with creativity Transatlantic Blonde raises her feminist flag again and wonders about raising a feminist child. Once again I wasn’t going to bother because I’m far too busy and, besides, I should be getting ready for the Moonwalk. I’m pleased to see the only weather on offer according to the forecast is thunder storms. […]
Progress: the things my children won’t know
I’ve just got Boy Three ready for bed. These inefficient ablutions usually involve a lot of splashing and some bubbles. This time he spied a mini bar of soap brought home from some hotel or other. “Wazzat?” he pointed. “Soap,” I unwrapped it for him. It must have been there years. He was baffled. He […]
