Sweet Shop

Sweeet Shop I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel, Clear and pungent. I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass Like a freshly emerged butterfly Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors To blood tests, syringes and Pampers. But now,…Read more Sweet Shop

Lift Off

So here I am,  on the brink of my first holiday in a few years but what makes this all the more exciting and interesting is that it is an outing that is completely unsupervised. In 45 minutes we will have to wake up to get ready for the cab ride to London Gatwick. Yes,…Read more Lift Off

Looking Back

When I first setup this blog many years ago, back in the heady days of A-level English, History and Politics; it was mainly in response to my financial worries regarding university. I was part of the unlucky year. The first set of students to not receive the educational maintenance allowance and the first to have…Read more Looking Back

Interviewing The Past

I bumped into a person the other day who made my mind wander about the past. He was a lifelong friend of my maternal granddad and he remembered him fondly with the words, "he was the best person. I miss him a lot." This frank admission made me hope that I would live such a…Read more Interviewing The Past

Remembering Our Grandparents

Maybe it was something that popped up in a conversation recently or something I read, but today I feel like writing about my Grandparents. Four days before my eighth birthday, my grandparents passed away after a carbon monoxide leak in their home. Grandparents are unique in that we love them dearly because they treat us and…Read more Remembering Our Grandparents

Oh No, This Again..

I'm not really sure why but when I first bought a bike about six years ago, it seemed like a big deal to my family and relatives. Perhaps it was because living in London, bikes were not so common back then or maybe it was that my family had this built-in fear for bikes with…Read more Oh No, This Again..

Memories

Some of the best memories were made in the early years of education. When going to school was not about passing exams or tests but actually developing your own self. Here are a few of mine. I once brought a knife to school. A sharp one but before you think this person was a crazy…Read more Memories

Proud Of Your Parents?

Pride. A usually disliked emotion but it certainly is different when you feel proud about other people. An example would be your parents. Yes whilst we know they constantly teeter on the edge of embarassing you in front of your friends with a casual remark or two, there are moments when you grin and think…Read more Proud Of Your Parents?

The Legacy Of Our Teenage Years

If you are a parent, are there some things you wish you had recorded whilst growing up to refer back to as an adult? To give to your children and say hey, I was like you once and here is my written proof. Looking over my childhood things, I began to think about how writing…Read more The Legacy Of Our Teenage Years