warehouse wanderings
During 1980, like any self-respecting UK punk, I would indulge myself in freeform meandering around deserted warehouses. In those days who didn’t? The right warehouses were quite good places to...
View Articlea deficit of skipping
A fairly typical secondary school conversation about my brother in the late 1970′s: Secondary School Peer (SSP): you know your brother? Wendy: yes, I know both of them, do you mean [name]?...
View Articleenglish teacher excommunication
My plan for choosing ‘A’ level’s was to pick topics where I got the best results. Unfortunately my selection strategy didn’t work. My results were the same in all topics. Straight B grades. I...
View Articlephone sanitizers
In my day, before personal cell phones, there would be one phone in any household, if you were Lucky. All incoming calls came through this one, shared, phone. In our house the parents answered...
View Articlesizism of the shoulder sort
In the 80′s I used to cut the shoulderpads out from new clothes. This fashion-subversive act enabled me to avoid looking like a cast extra from Dynasty, Falconcrest, Dallas, or an aspiring USA...
View Articlewith tree and me
Tiger: you were sat under your tree Wendy: my tree? Tiger: In Kingfisher field Wendy: the copper beech? Tiger: yes. before I came to call for you, first I would come by the field and look under the...
View Articleclick click drone
the sound of the subway phone John Foxx sang underpass rate wendys scribble
View Articlecover-up – love’s alibi
Watching American Gigolo for the first time, when it was released, was fascinating. Mainly because of the reversal of commonly portrayed role gender roles. A man as prostitue, beauty and clothes...
View Articletwo hands and a wonderwall
Words of wisdom from an almost stranger*. A Redmond based software developer posted this fabulous advice on his facebook status: Things to do in a noisy bar: create tiny finger puppet music videos...
View Articlethe wild, wild, west…
nigger whore! Calls from the coach-load of Police cadets to my 15 years old friend, Diana. I moved myself between her and the coach to block their view of her coloured skin. I’d grown-up in a middle...
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