Living in a time of contraditions Saturday morning and obviously, there’s no football, no yoga, no lovely long bike rides to cafes, no cinema, no supermarket shop, nothing doing out there except a brisk walk. Nope. And we know this. It sucks. We know this too. While I gaze out onto quiet, still and silent […]
On time: a post that gets dark quite quickly
Where are older women hiding? A challenge…
Women’s football: balls to the sexists
A late submission to football chat… I first decided football wasn’t for me sometime in the late 1980s when, with a Dons-supporting boyfriend at Pittodre, the opposition substituted a black player. The racism shocked and sickened me. That these ordinary folk in the stand beside me had brought a banana with them to express their […]
Shoe horns and ready salted crisps – things I’ve learned from getting older
Actually, it’s just one thing. It’s OK to change your mind. There’s something in those unquestionable lessons of life that seem to say know your self, decide who you are and – most importantly – stick with it. Like, choosing your career before you are old enough to drive, or whether or not you’re homosexual […]