I can’t afford a cleaner or a gardener but I’m too busy to do cleaning or gardening.
My career is based on a fictional social construct and has provided me a set of non-transferable ‘skills’ which would render me completely pointless in the event of an apocalyptic return to the old days.
I went to Glastonbury this year, as a puppeteer. I’ve been before, on and off since 1997, when I was a skinny middle class white girl and didn’t notice that everyone else there was a skinny middle class white girl too.
This year I felt like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused – ‘I get older, the girls stay the same age.’
Is it contentious to say that men fucked the world up? Is it sexist? What if I said it was overweight middle aged white men in suits from the west, who have systematically fucked the planet from the cosmos down? Is that sizest, sexist, racist, heterophobic? I mean, some of my friends and family are middle aged straight white men, but I think they’d mostly agree….
nce upon a time, in the height of summer, when the Sun baked the ground into unyielding hardness and the people whispered in the dark for water, a Queen sat in her palace war rooms, poring over defence tactics with her husband, The King. Continue reading →
Public Battles, Private Warscame about by accident. I was researching another story idea when I came across an image of a group of women marching down a suburban street. They carried a banner: Barnsley Women Against Pit Closures. Continue reading →