One of the things I really enjoy about Brighton is singing with the experimental music group, Safehouse. We meet twice a month, on the first and last Wednesday. On the last Wednesday we have booked acts, supported by a quartet of Safehouse players. Last week we were treated to London-based Shabaka Hutchins on clarinet... Continue Reading →
D is for Dull
Broken wrist equals cast on. Notice how it covers the hand down to the knuckles? and wraps around the thumb? This makes using the thumb awkward. Every time I grip anything, it squeezes a nerve at the base of the thumb making for dropped, and broken, dishes. Today I dropped a cup, last time I... Continue Reading →
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C is for C*nt
I cringe when I hear this word spat out as a slur. I feel as if my very existence as a woman has been attacked and abused. Considered by Germaine Greer to be one of the few remaining words in the English language with the potential to shock, one wonders how the slang term for... Continue Reading →
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