childhood

Words by Cristina Tartaglia

As a forced and oh, so reluctant shopper at Army & Navy boy’s ‘husky’ section, I was never mistaken for a skinny girl.

I wanted to be skinny. Every magazine I saw had multiple articles telling us how to get skinny, it must be good and what everyone wanted. There weren’t tips for getting husky, now, were there?

My childhood observation was that it was an insult to comment on someone’s weight if you thought they were too heavy, but that saying they were thin was good.

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wish fulfillment

Sun, 03/25/2012 - 15:12 -- Bee

There are very few places in the known universe where a woman with two black eyes and a sliced up forehead can go without risking comment, stares, revulsion.

The weekend after my surgery, I found one of those places.

Where? Cardiff, Wales. Or to be more specific: the official Doctor Who Convention, which was a fantastic adventure nearly beyond belief.

Every single one of my childhood dreams will be fulfilled. Systematically.

The second morning that included transport to the film set, where I nearly melted with joy as I wandered around the Tardis:

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babies don't dance and they can't buy beer

Sat, 02/04/2012 - 23:15 -- Bee

This is the second year in a row my old friend KTS has materialised on my birthday - though both occasions were coincidental to him I consider the visits a rare and splendid gift.

He & his wife stopped by on their way to Paris via Istanbul and it was great fun to show them my daily routine and take them on jetlagged walking tours: Bunhill Fields, the Barbican, the Tate Modern, Two Temple, Prufrock.

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