http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/vidhya-ramalingam/woolwich-attack-edl-violence_b_3326463.html
http://www.russellbrand.tv/2013/05/woolwich/
Wednesday
Sunday
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I have a very bad right-between-the-eyes headache. It's distracting me, which is very welcome today.
Every time I come on here the counter has gone up, and I wonder if it's internet fairies (Nigerian princesses needing emancipation, marketing research and miscalculating the keyboard during a late night porn scavenger hunt notwithstanding). I like to think that when you write something it does disappear somewhat. Goes to this place where nothing is really judged- but then I realise that I am a very cynical person and that would do me and everyone else no good.
Two of my best friends, a facile term when I try and sum up the relationship in my head, lost their mother today- who fought cancer with such dignity and class I will admire her until my last day on this planet.
When we try and think of a person with one label- we often go with the most obvious thing that comes to mind; mother, father, sister, brother, girlfriend, partner, husband, wife.... but then you have the luck of meeting those with limitless labels. The woman that passed away with peace today wasn't just a mother of five, grandmother of one busy bee, a sister of five or a wife of one. She was a mentor, teacher, advisor and an excellent problem solver when things were looking bleak.
My memories are warm and lovely, no need for regret in them. A hungover morning of hiding under a duvet when she sat on the edge of the bed telling me (or threatening....) about the cliff walk that we would take as soon as everyone was ready... or the eager questions she had about my stories and what was in my head. Her hunger and interest was something I will always look for in others for the rest of my life. And strive to keep in mind for myself.
I'm going to go to bed now. Sadder than I was this morning, but knowing someone you admire so much isn't in pain tonight can give me some comfort,
Every time I come on here the counter has gone up, and I wonder if it's internet fairies (Nigerian princesses needing emancipation, marketing research and miscalculating the keyboard during a late night porn scavenger hunt notwithstanding). I like to think that when you write something it does disappear somewhat. Goes to this place where nothing is really judged- but then I realise that I am a very cynical person and that would do me and everyone else no good.
Two of my best friends, a facile term when I try and sum up the relationship in my head, lost their mother today- who fought cancer with such dignity and class I will admire her until my last day on this planet.
When we try and think of a person with one label- we often go with the most obvious thing that comes to mind; mother, father, sister, brother, girlfriend, partner, husband, wife.... but then you have the luck of meeting those with limitless labels. The woman that passed away with peace today wasn't just a mother of five, grandmother of one busy bee, a sister of five or a wife of one. She was a mentor, teacher, advisor and an excellent problem solver when things were looking bleak.
My memories are warm and lovely, no need for regret in them. A hungover morning of hiding under a duvet when she sat on the edge of the bed telling me (or threatening....) about the cliff walk that we would take as soon as everyone was ready... or the eager questions she had about my stories and what was in my head. Her hunger and interest was something I will always look for in others for the rest of my life. And strive to keep in mind for myself.
I'm going to go to bed now. Sadder than I was this morning, but knowing someone you admire so much isn't in pain tonight can give me some comfort,
Tuesday
Brrr.....
There is something wrong with our weather...
I am wearing layers, on my bed, with a blanket over me and I am considering a hot water bottle...
It's the weather or me.
And I refuse to accept the latter.
I am wearing layers, on my bed, with a blanket over me and I am considering a hot water bottle...
It's the weather or me.
And I refuse to accept the latter.
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