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For adults only…

If anyone had had a camera to take a photo of my face at the precise moment of discovery, it would have travelled around cyber-space for a century or more. Pure shock, horror, and disbelief. “Who did this? Who the … Continue reading

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Tweaky tweak tweak

I’m going crazy over here. My eyeballs are jumping out of their sockets in befuzzled dismay. When will it ever stop? they are screaming. Give up on the flipping tweaking, woman. We can’t take it any more! There are several … Continue reading

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Spider-Woman

Why on earth did I end up doing this job? I have no recollection whatsoever of applying for it, being interviewed, negotiations taking place, a contract being signed, or a big monthly salary being transferred to my bank account every … Continue reading

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Why did I miss that train?

I was definitely standing on the platform waiting for it with the rest of the inhabitants of the Earth. I remember it pulling up extremely quickly, the doors opening only a fraction before the ones at the front started yanking … Continue reading

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Oopsie…

Notice anything different? Yep, I’ve changed some stuff around here. But being me, with all of my technological skills coming to the fore, of course I didn’t actually do this on purpose. I just willy-nilly jumped into something brand new … Continue reading

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Gullible’s Travels: 10 Ways To Avoid Falling Prey To Vanity Publishing Scams

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Doan haftoo if I doan wannoo!

WTH? (Hell – way more polite than its friend F). This is not some Scottish regional dialect. This sentence was my childood chant. One that, aged fifty (fifty-one, stop reminding me), I’d like to bring back into use. I chanted … Continue reading

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Shaking in my shoes…

What a strange sensation to wake up inside a dream. To realise that I was sleeping within my dream and was woken (but I was still sleeping really) by a news presenter announcing on a television set beside my bed … Continue reading

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