Last summer, in the wake of the horrendous Southport murders, I was driving through my home city when I chanced upon some racist ‘protesters’. I rolled down my window and shouted expletives at them while make a ‘wanker’ sign then drove off in a hurry when they approached my car. Not my finest moment but fuck me it felt good
Beyond relatable on so many levels from upcoming 40th, to PR career/mother questions and strong fig/Bell Jar a-level memories, thank you Marisa as always, we will not run out of figs! xx
All the spoiled figs lying on the ground... As ever, you've put the messy feelings into perfectly ordered words. Thank you for such excellent writing. X
Last summer, in the wake of the horrendous Southport murders, I was driving through my home city when I chanced upon some racist ‘protesters’. I rolled down my window and shouted expletives at them while make a ‘wanker’ sign then drove off in a hurry when they approached my car. Not my finest moment but fuck me it felt good
YES! 👏👏👏👏👏
At 70 , I am still thinking what I shall be when I grow up
Your writing always resonates hard - thank you.
Beyond relatable on so many levels from upcoming 40th, to PR career/mother questions and strong fig/Bell Jar a-level memories, thank you Marisa as always, we will not run out of figs! xx
Thank you, as always, Lyndsay for reading and such a thoughtful response xxx
All the spoiled figs lying on the ground... As ever, you've put the messy feelings into perfectly ordered words. Thank you for such excellent writing. X