Whippet Grey

Buy some bl**dy socks!! Or buy a washing machine that doesn’t eat them. Or wash them the sensible way: in pairs. Painting your tootsies pearly pink and then letting them poke out of holey socks is too yukky for words. And worse than even that: wearing odd socks and pretending you have better things to…

While I can’t be doing with New Years Eve parties (I am a miserable cow aren’t I?), I truly love the gift of a fresh New Year. It is, to my mind a blank slate, ready to re-write the terms of my life on, and every year when the festivities are done, I lie in…

Some days are made of nothing. They taste like nothing and they smell like nothing. Days like these aren’t meant to go down in the portals of  your personal history. They are passing through days rich in teeny moments of nothingness we can choose to embrace or abhor. Today I have done nothing of any…

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying…