Katie Hopkins – a controversial TV reality star in the UK – was recently published on Femail claiming that she outsources parenthood to a team of five nannies. The secret to being a happy mother? Hire five nannies to do the boring bits My son’s school sports day takes place a few weeks from now. [...]
It was at the age of 17 my life became fabulous. And what I mean by that is that
a) I discovered alcohol.
b) I discovered sex.
c) I left home.
Drugs were to come later (and fortunately for me, because if they had been added to the mix, there is no doubt I wouldn’t be around today).
My unhappy oppressed soul had been searching for escape. Any escape. And the escape I needed, was to be an adult even as a child. Because an adult was free.
As a writer I believe in the power of words. They can make you laugh or cry. But there’s only one topic that makes me retch involuntarily from disgust. The abuse of children. Combine that with my new-found passion for feminism since the birth of my tiny, adored daughter, and I almost thought for this [...]
As an avid watcher of every crime drama going, I see televised depictions of violence and abuse almost daily. Rape is always ugly, never deserved and usually the bad guy is put away by the end of the episode. And as the camera zooms in on a ugly snarling male, having been demeaned and humiliated [...]
We were back again. Through the mist of fields in affluent Cheshire, followed by grey hazy tower blocks to a hospital in inner city Manchester. The doctor said to me, ‘Do you still think it’s a dream?’ I replied ‘It’s a weird dream. Where people keep asking me whether it’s a dream or not.’ ‘Can [...]
When I tell people I have had three scholarships in my life, 2 academic and 1 music they are impressed. When I tell them I studied piano for 12 years but stopped short of Grade 8 (the highest grade), they are impressed. When I say I won every form prize in my junior school, won [...]
When the matrix was released it was a runaway hit. I, like many people, chose to see it more than once at the cinema. That in itself was groundbreaking for me, since I am far from being a cinephile (I purposely wait til the DVD is out so that I have the possibility of escaping [...]
My childhood had not adequately equipped me with an ability to love without sex. At 21 I had barely any relationship with my adoptive mother or my adoptive father. Both had found it necessary to leave me to my own devices; my mother because she had ruled with an iron rod and I had fought back twice as hard, my father because he had only started to parent me at 16, to find out it was too late to tame me.
I’m in the company of the great ones. Ernest Hemingway, Winston Churchill, & Dennis Hopper, not to mention countless others. Alcoholics. Winos. Drunks. It’s yet another label to put on people, to classify them away from yourself and away from the norm, as if there is such a thing. My mother’s voice used to drop [...]