Strange isn't it, that as a child, you thought about nakedness and body parts and how babies were made constantly and yet never felt guilty about it. As soon as you related those thoughts and feelings to the word 'sex', they become deeply shameful. What a fucker. Just as you're finding out how to operate … Continue reading What I wish I could tell my teenage self about sex and masturbation
I recently read a piece in Happiful magazine where Denise Welch wrote a letter to her 16 year old self. That had to be an interesting exercise, Denise certainly thought so. So, here's my letter to me, aged 16, from me, aged 40. Dear Lucy, You probably won't believe this right now, as you sit … Continue reading A letter to my 16 year old self…
The boy is flying free tomorrow. 18 years old and ready to soak up some Japanese culture before camping with the grizzly bears in the national parks of America. Without us. As an independent adult. When the fuck did this happen?! Selfish emotions ran through our veins when he announced he wasn't heading to university … Continue reading And he’s off!
It’s my last column for Standard Issue – *sniff* – so I thought I’d do something a little bit different. During the past six months, I’ve talked to a comedian, an actor, a writer, a PR person, a public speaker, a former commando, a young globetrotter, a teacher, a hipster, a naughty elf and a political strategist. But today, I’m going to … Continue reading It REALLY couldn’t happen to a nicer…child
Last week I was trying to explain why we find nostalgia so addictive. You know, you're turning 40 next year but you still get excited by spray on snow, Mr Frosty and Knight Rider. In fact, there are actual scientific studies on the subject and this proves I'm not talking total bollocks. On my bookshelves … Continue reading Addicted to nostalgia