I've just posted two newspaper opinion pieces from the same newspaper, published on the same weekend. One, by a doctor, describes OCD pretty accurately: a "living torture, leaving many sufferers with a sense that they are trapped in their own minds". He gets it spot on when he says "being a tad fussy about lining … Continue reading On Awful People, Jour-no-lism, and the Epidemic of ‘Faux-C-D’
What a difference a day makes (part 2)
Sunday. 04/10/2015 This appeared THE VERY NEXT DAY. Liz Jones is an awful person who writes awful things, which I normally just ignore, but this crossed a line. Warning: idiotic content. Post proper to follow once I'm over raaage.
What a difference a day makes (part 1)
Saturday. 03/10/2015 Don't judge me but I was reading the Daily Mail (my uncle writes the sports for it). The Daily Mail, for those not in the know, is an absolute rag of a newspaper. It is terrible, sensationalist garbage. Anyway, this appears... All very good. Sympathetic, you know? And then Sunday hit...
Angst
I recently went on a nostalgia bender. That involves watching 1990s music videos on YouTube. Cher - Do You Belieeve in a Thiiiing Called Love! 4 Non Blondes! Madonna - Beautiful Stanger! Lou Bega! Len! And Soul Asylum... Runaway Train was released when I was 14. I always liked it, if I thought it was … Continue reading Angst
My Holiday
I've blogged before about Marian Keyes and how flippantly she seems to view OCD. (The book was Last Chance Saloon, and I really enjoyed it, OCD jokes excepted). Well, my audible credit rolled round again and I thought I'd give her another shot. And I'm glad I did. Rachel's Holiday is about Rachel Walsh, an … Continue reading My Holiday
Hospital trip
I like visiting people in hospital. I like the smell and general cleanliness of hospitals. I don't, however, like going to hospital for me. Take today. I was in the outpatient section, which also doubles up as blood test waiting area. I have NEVER been able to have an injection. I'm not one of those … Continue reading Hospital trip
Letting go
My friend and I have a game (there are no winners). I can't remember exactly how it started, but the basic premise is to come up with as many words-that-are-spelt-the-same-but-pronounced-differently. For example, Polish/polish; entrance/entrance; refuse/refuse. And so it goes on. I thought I was onto a right winner when I came up with 'number' (you … Continue reading Letting go
