Hello again!Hello! I know you wanted to talk some more about your father's email this week, but I was wondering if we might explore your parents' lie that you walked out on them for 25 years?Yes, that's fine.I should warn you, though. It's complicated. I don't mind. I can handle complexity.It's also rather convoluted. I … Continue reading Therapy? Part 2 →

You were going to tell me about your parents…Yes, and I'm glad you asked.My parents are dedicated to promoting an image of themselves which is firmly based on the rewriting of our family's history. Why do they do this, do you think?It's brutally simple - they're committed to characterising my sister and I as villains, … Continue reading Therapy? Part 1 →

     The first time I read Nineteen-Eighty-Four (the novel) was in 1971 (the year).      I had just turned fourteen.      It was unusual for me, at that age, to read anything of my own volition. My interest in literature, art or politics was close to zero. The motivation for picking up this particular volume was purely down … Continue reading 1984 (part one) →

     We were standing in the hall.     "I've stopped caring about you," said mum, before absenting herself.     "If you really wanted to commit suicide, you'd do it properly and drink some Jeyes Fluid," instructed dad. Scathingly.      I went to bed. It was late and I was tired. I hadn't slept properly for two days.      The following … Continue reading Jeyes Fluid (part three) →