The family would probably tell you I’ve always been ‘a bit accident-prone’. Ski injuries mostly, on and off the snow. Any number of bruises on account of entirely unscheduled cartwheels across the piste. The ripped tendon in a right-hand finger thanks to a collision with a speeding Frenchman. A brace of stitches on one wrist…
Tag: Aging
Mapping out our exit with mint tea and purple ink
You know what’s starting to bug me most about this whole Brexit thing? It’s being lectured on social media about what life was like in the 1970s, by people who clearly weren’t there. Being told how good we all had it, how the ‘old folk’ are selfishly depriving young people of their futures. That all…
Make up tips for old ladies
It’s official. I’ve crossed a line. Stepped into a twilight zone which may last mere moments-long but may also stretch way off into some distant demented good night. Given the choice, I’ll go for the burning and raving at close of day, raging long and hard against the dying of the light. So damn Mr…
Hackette on the How 