Soup and Soap

So picture it – I still had a week until my payday, I was up to my overdraft limit and I had £2.50 left in my purse. In my cupboard I still had pasta, rice and a couple of onions.   I figured if I could pinch some butter, rolls and tea bags from the ward, I would just...

Cravings and compulsions

So picture it: A summer evening, the sun still weakly shining through the windows of my fourth floor hard-to-let council flat. I’d made it comfortable and attractive, with pictures on the walls, throws on the sofa and two cats for company. In 1987 I was working and...

An American Dream

An American Dream So picture it: A cold January day in London, and the world’s attention is focussed on a deeply tanned man with a blonde comb over. And I am dumbfounded that enough citizens of American could vote for inexperienced, volatile, flawed Trump to become...

Woofs and Wags

So picture it:  An eight year old me, holding a long piece of string and pretending that there was a dog at the end of it. I was a Rebel Without A Clue even then.   I always wanted a dog, but had to be content with a series of cats, who were lovely, but not the same. ...

Little Red Ribbon-hood

So picture it: Sometime around 1987 I was working at The Terrence Higgins Trust.  I think my official title then was ‘Services Co-ordinator’, but in reality I did everything from training volunteers to organising the Gay Pride bus to unblocking the loo.  The Trust was...