Beware the Ides of March, they say. Beware, what though? Mum may be coming over for dinner; there’s a good chance Lauren will be overly tired – work is, well, work. But as I look out of the window at a glorious, sun filled blue sky – I do wonder, what is there to be wary of? Et tu Brute? Life can feel like that at time. As though it is the things you rely on – your skill, your judgement – that are the first and last to ram that dagger home; but not today – not on this Ides, or 15th of March. So here’s to my namesake, Julius. Who fell on this day, well, this day in the ancient Roman calendar. I
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“I don’t like it. Why don’t you like it? I don’t like it.” It’s a simple enough conversation, played out with a two year old, who doesn’t quite have the language development to articulate what she really wants to say. Yet they are four words I try my hardest to stop Lauren from actually saying. Sure there will be things that she won’t like, but it should never be the default position – as it often is with kids – with unimaginative adults; for me. I was/am terrible at proclaiming my dislike for something. Look, textures, colour, squeamish sensation it leaves – all come before taste in deciding if I will try something. If I think I’ve once had something similar before, it means that
How could I have know when I woke up this morning, that I would spend most of my lunch hour stood across the other side of a post office counter looking at myself? That my usual actions – those of a forgetful, last minute as always type of present buyer would bring me directly in to contact with my own moment of serendipity? As I slowly inched towards the counter, I noticed the cashier’s name badge read Chris. Nothing strange in that I thought, not even if the cashier wasn’t male. Where it took a turn for the unexpected was from the point I placed my parcel on the counter. “That’s me” the other Chris said. I followed the line of her sight to the
Ok, so the title is slightly misleading. It’s not meant to imply that porn is the friend; a crutch I rely on when I’m down or have certain urges. No. What I mean is that I have a friend who works in the porn industry. A friend who now goes by the professional name of Lara Latex – her real world name forever lost to her thousands of fans on facebook and twitter. We met at college. We were on the same course, though she was in the year above. We played on the same Volleyball team, had the same group of mates and went on the same nights out – though I think we both would have preferred to have been somewhere less commercial
A guest blog for the Dear Mr Levy website. A site dedicated to the trials and tribulations (with the occasional happy, positive post) down at Tottenham Hotspur FC Here I am allowed to dream; to slip back in to my childhood and remember a time when Spurs were once a European force. Oh what a night that was…. European Dreams