The sexy horseman of Andalucia

The sexy horseman of Andalucia

Jun 06

Once, not so very long ago, I lived in Niguelas, a beautiful but remote Andaluz village, folded into a crack in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Populated mostly by geriatric olive farmers, Niguelans are known locally as ‘Los Lentos’ which either means ‘the relaxed ones’ or ‘the idiots’ depending on whether or not you live in Niguelas. Life here moves at the speed of a geographic era, and aside from...

How to make friends with the bully in your head

How to make friends with the bully in your head

May 20

I felt as perky as Victoria Beckham’s breasts when I read that the Coalition have pledged to place treatment for stress, anxiety and depression on a par with physical illness. I’m so TIRED of asking my acquaintances how they are and being fed a lily-livered “Fine thanks” in reply, when they clearly resemble Nosferatu with M.E. How I wish we could all stop being so bloody British about how...

Christmas Schmistmas

Christmas Schmistmas

Jan 09

On Christmas Eve I watched two grown women fighting over the last huggable unicorn. Actual fighting. Security called and everything. “Put me in your microwave and I will keep you warm,” promised the unicorn. That’s all it was. The promise of warmth. ‘Cos they all looked cold, those last-minute Christmas shoppers. Cold and hard and horrified at the amount of cash they’d haemorrhaged...

Don’t believe everything you read about the NHS – it’s like a fun hotel!

Don’t believe everything you read about the NHS – it’s like a fun hotel!

Oct 27

Like most people, I have a fear of hospitals. They spell MRSA, Clostridium Difficile, limbs wrongly removed and exhausted, sub-qualified Congolese nurses misreading decimal points and giving people overdoses. So when my son was injured and a visit to A&E led to a two night stay, I envisioned us lying in a corridor listening to a dehydrated old lady scream herself hoarse for a glass of water....