Sometimes I wonder if that sharp pain in my brain, the kind leavetaking of a departing migraine*, is actually the onset of a haemorrhage. Shortly after leaving primary school and heading to the big school (circa 400 pupils), one of…
Does anyone else collect ghost dates? I don’t mean literal potentially-romantic meetings with the corporeally dispossessed, or anything to do with ghosting (actually, I have a draft of a potential post on just this subject, perhaps I should polish and…
Up until this morning, my laptop browser (I currently use Opera) had a neat little bookmarks bar, featuring the favicons of my most-used sites. No words, no folders, just tiny, pretty sigils. I liked this, and still do, but I…
I recently had an odd experience whilst sorting through most of the clothing I’ve kept in storage these last few years. It was peculiar, melancholic,* unsettling and, occasionally, just downright weird. Each t-shirt, each pair of jeans, even underwear —…
