“Unparliamentary language”
A couple of years ago, upon meeting an MP, I asked her how on earth they manage not to just yell at each other in the House. She frowned at Continue Reading →
Month: February 2017
Your threats are not jokes
Today I was walking through the middle of Nelson, on the main street, just past 5pm. I was abused by a bunch of guys in a car, with far more Continue Reading →
Withdrawal Bingo #2
So I’m at the sweaty, mostly inconsolable stage of Venlafaxine withdrawal, which I wrote this post about last week. I’ve been looking for ways to describe what it’s like. Last Continue Reading →
Withdrawal Bingo
I’m in the midst of yet another medication change. At this point it feels like it’s a constant state of flux – going on one thing, going off another, always Continue Reading →
The cave of myths and legends
As the thirty year old owner of a vagina, I’d really love to think I kind of know what I’m doing with it. Like not necessarily in a sexy way, but just; Continue Reading →
So what else is new?
I’m not surprised, Bill, I’m just disappointed. Actually, that’s not true. I am surprised. I shouldn’t be –I damn well shouldn’t be, after the past four years – but I Continue Reading →