it's not that notable, really

today i was jessica stevenson in spaced.

only when i yelled 'why is everyone talking about my ass?' i did it inside my own head.

'you look like you're in your own little world'

today i ran into a friend while listening to a podcast.

it wasn't the first time it took ages for someone to get my attention in this situation.

thanks, ira.

where was i again

some life facts have shifted, both important and mundane.

i have been invited to rebuild the collection i had to jettison when i moved to england; books and dvds, mainly. which is like trying to revive the person i was when i purchased them. i forget what i like.

i feel a bit lost. it's disconcerting but strangely pleasant, like when a limb falls asleep. except it's my past that's trying to wake up.

in the sixties everything was honey-coloured

i am not fifteen, and i don't have my own room anymore now that i am grown up and married.

but if i were not grown up and married, and i were fifteen today and pinning things on my wall...

• this photograph of julie newmar
• a chart of copy-editing symbols
• 1990s miniskirts and chunky knits
• drawings of french bulldogs

floods

there are times i look in the mirror and am quite happy to be a bit too long and a bit too awkward.