There we were, laughing and chatting, when suddenly we realised we weren't alone. This isn't unusual in a public building, in our case the local library. I'd been put on a shift with Andrea and we were enjoying ourselves. I'd always found it easy to chat with Andrea, whose sense of silliness matched my own.… Continue reading Do you feel the need for tweed?
Every kid deserves their own pop star, that one superstar they can adore from a distance. As a child, I wasn't short of icons to admire. There was The Doctor and Ace, who saved the universe from evil monsters each week on BBC1. Agent Dale Cooper was there for me even though he preferred coffee… Continue reading Boomania by Betty Boo
The night my neighbour pulled a sword on me started off quietly enough, or about as quietly as it could living in a flat in a rundown part of town. There were always varying levels of noise. Arguments heard through thin walls were accepted and endured with all the grace I could manage. Boyracers tearing… Continue reading He who lives by the sword, also lives across the street
I haven’t been able to update my blog in a while for a few reasons. Chiefly, my beloved dog passed away. I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it easier, does it? I’m fine, but the world feels very strange. It feels strange anyway, with the Lockdown happening around me, but little moments… Continue reading The New Abnormal
Dear Shirley Manson, I'm writing this because I want to apologise to you. I've always admired your power, your supreme fierceness, your talent. In the '90s, you were a huge part of my life. You and the band were a soundtrack for voluntary self-distancing. I listened to your voice, took in your words, studied interviews… Continue reading beautifulgarbage by Garbage (an apology)
So much is happening that I almost can't keep up, but I'm going to try and get myself together using this blog to sort out my thoughts. WARNING: you, as the reader, may need to cartwheel in order to keep up. Okay? Good. Let's go. The Edinburgh International Book Festival Every year, every August, my… Continue reading Lots To Talk About
A little known part of my life is that period after college when I set myself up as a psychic adviser. Yes, it's true. Did I want to work in a factory? No, I don't have the temperament. The noise in particular wouldn't suit me. You think I'm lying? You should see me in a… Continue reading Kirkland Ciccone’s Psychic Advisery Hotline (or my ‘career’ as a psychic adviser)
2019 was a year when the changes hinted by 2018 finally came to pass. Thank you 2018, you rotten bugger. Anyway, my Favourite Things have been arranged in a list format, and they’re all practically interchangeable so there's no countdown. 2019 has been a strange year, so it goes without saying that without these Favourite… Continue reading My Favourite Things Of 2019