James and all his penises

Recently, I met up with my friend, Ruth, for the first time in ages. Ruth is a legend – a bit unreliable but infinitely supportive and compassionate, and hilarious. We met when I was her supervisor, several years ago.  Recently, she said “being friends with you is like the bit in the Wizard of Oz,…

The emotional portcullis

I’ve been terribly unhappy for a few days. I was fine one day, then the next I felt really bad. I’m OK when I’m with other people, but on my own, I can’t stop crying. It’s hard to get out of bed. I’ve had two epiphanies and one bit of bad news. Bad News On…

Whippersnapper II

Due to a combination of heartbreak and jetlag, I woke up at 3am, the night after Whippersnapper broke up with me. I was lying on my friend’s sofabed, as she had come and rescued me, because I didn’t want to be on my own. As soon as I opened my eyes, in the dark, and…