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A Confession in Lockdown
Now I know in lockdown, I should be practising for the show one way or another. As I will soon be panicking once a performance rears its head and I can’t remember a word of it. I will then go into that familiar self-pity wailing, why didn’t I go through it at least once a week?… Read more
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Disco Minge, World Menopause Day & Taboos
When I first thought of this title, I knew it was the right one when I started to debate it in my head. So, after I debated in my head for a bit. I thought it was then time to debate it with you lot. Out here in cyber space. What does Disco Minge mean?… Read more
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Sometimes
When you were a new-born, life was different then. My arms would hold you tight,Sometimes hours on end.I remember singing softly, So only you could hear.It always got your attention.Sometimes, stopping any tears. As my heart grew bigger,I never wanted you to fear.Anything in life, that may suddenly appear.Sometimes, I would watch you,holding your little hand.And… Read more
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It’s an Actors life for me
My earliest memories of performing was in my nan’s front room singing into a reel to reel recorder. At the age of four, this absolutely fascinated me. How could my voice come out of me and then come out of this box of tricks? I would watch the reels go round creaking and shuffling louder… Read more
