A Dead Good Blog

  It is many years since I crashed my four or five year old face into the shiny dashboard of my father’s Jaguar Mk 2, I think it was. Cars, ...

When the time came to choose a new gas fire and surround for the front room, I knew exactly what I wanted; small, white-ish marble with narr...

When I was a child I remember my father having a novelty pen. From behind clear plastic, a picture of a young, attractive lady smiled. She w...

I’m glad to be happy in my own skin. I’m fine with my appearance, it’s what you’d expect for a woman of my age carrying the experiences of m...