Tuesday, 8 September 2020

Things I’ve learnt from lockdown

 

A blackboard in a pub, with the words "Hello September."

It’s late September and I really should be back at school… well, it’s early September, and I’ve got nowhere to go. But I’ve been away, and it feels like the end of summer and it feels like a time to take stock.

So, things I’ve learnt from lockdown.

Friday, 31 July 2020

I miss the sea


I think I’m officially old. I’ve started watching ‘Saga telly’. Programmes that are mainly about scenery. And if there are trains as well, that’s a bonus. (Disclaimer: nothing to do with Saga. It’s just my name for them.)

So when we found a programme called Scenic Railway Journeys, that was peak Saga telly.

Also, it has Bill Nighy doing the narration. Dead Ringers got it wrong with their running gag about Penelope Wilton having the most soothing voice in the world. It’s Bill Nighy. Also, he manages soothing AND sexy. And suave. All the positive alliterative adjectives.

I miss trains.

I miss the sea.

I miss my family.

Sunday, 21 June 2020

Not a covid diary


Billboard created by Led By Donkeys, with the words "Stay Alert. Government Incompetence. Costs Lives."
This is the sort of thing I've been sharing on Facebook.
You probably haven’t noticed, because you’ve got your own lives, but I haven’t been here for the last three months.

I’ve been on Twitter, reporting racists. I’ve been on Facebook, joining groups for freelances who’ve lost work through the lockdown. And telling my friends, who know how shit the government is, how shit the government is.

But it didn’t feel right to be blogging. What was there to say? The small stuff is actually quite boring; the big stuff is too big to go there.

Friday, 13 March 2020

Let's hear it for non-amazing women

Tweet from UN Women, with the text: "Womxn Trans Genderqueer Femme Mujer Mulher Donna Mwanamke Frau  Femina Mulher Vrouw Babae. Today we celebrate every woman who resists patriarchy, insists on equality and persists for a better future."
You missed one.
It was International Women’s Day last week. I couldn’t help wondering what was the point.

Tuesday, 31 December 2019

The end of the decade

A box of 1950s Christmas tree ornaments.
Someone asked me recently what my ambitions were for 2020. “To survive,”  I said. They thought it was  a joke. It wasn’t.

Someone in my business network (!) recently wrote a blog post on their achievements in 2019. It was all about developing their business and networking and lots of “travel” (ie foreign holidays). This is not my world.

Someone on Twitter started asking people about their achievements during the decade. I hadn’t even realised it was the end of a decade. Or that “achievements” were what mattered in life.