Calm Down Dear, It’s Just a Post Code…

pexels-photo-167822In 1984 I lived in a council flat in a dodgy little place called Shoreditch.  As I was a baby at the time, my parents lived there too!

I have very fond memories of our time there; the neighbours, most of whom babysat me at one time or another; the lady next door with the Rottweilers and – for reasons only known to her and her family – a pet monkey; trying (and failing) to ride a bike in the hallway and, best of all, the parties!  It seemed like every week friends and family would congregate at our flat and it would always turn in to a party.  The sound system blaring, the flat packed full of people, alcohol, jokes…It was brilliant!

There were things that I was too young to notice at the time but that I found out about when I was older: the queue of people outside on the balcony waiting to buy drugs from the dude next door; or the fact that one of the kids my parents forbade me from hanging around with had fleas (that kid belonged to ‘Rottweiler woman’ who, I later found out to my eternal disgust, used to let the dog have her puppies on the fur coat that she always wore but never washed).  I was protected from all of that nonsense and even though there were a few… shall we say, eccentric sorts in the area it was generally a safe and really friendly place. Continue reading

An Open Letter to Gold Diggers…

PIGGYimages I am writing to you because I feel that for far too long your actions have been overlooked by society as a mere annoyance rather than the disgusting, evil, gluttonous and almost criminal behaviour that it actually is. Continue reading

Power(less)

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If, like me, your main mode of travel is public transport, you may have noticed an increasing number of angry and damn-right ignorant people inhabiting our streets. I live in London so add a dash of impatience and an extreme lack of manners to the average Londoner’s existing sense of self-importance and you have a recipe for disaster.

I’m no therapist but I don’t have to be to know that behind the torrent of abuse over one seemingly innocent slight is something much bigger. Continue reading