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This post is about my most recent book - published in March 2024 - which deals with women and ASD.

Have you ever had surgery? What for? Dailyprompt 1984 Oh, my goodness gracious me! Surgery? Yes, indeedy – and eye-wateringly gruesome too, though fortunately I was off my head (as the saying goes) on some drug or another, and lurched into theatre on the arm of a friendly nurse… A year ago (almost to the day), and having been squeezing droplets into my right seeing orb all night, I was driven…

In yesterday’s episode, we left Booby and her son-of-the-soil amour reclining upon a chair in the garden. Read on! This decrepit leviathan of a seat has been in the shed for donkey’s years – and Kevin obligingly heaves it out into our little trysting spot(a sheltered area, near the sundial) each time he visits. The weather being exceptionally clement – and all thoughts of Ecclesiastical…

Booby Fellatio – aka Lady Berengaria Hermione Agnes Horton-cum-Studley – is a fictional character, who has appeared in my sixth book, entitled ‘Booby Fellatio’s Lockdown Diary’. She is, as the late Sir Terry Pratchett put it, a lady of negotiable affection – and, though well past the first flush of youth (and the second!), manages to attract a bevy of beauteous youths… This is an extract from a…

And so it is, three years on, that I leap back into the world of blogging, music trilling from a previous stint upon the treble recorder – and the eleven books I have now written jostling for attention: pushing and shoving one another, like naughty children, and squawking to be noticed. For my eleventh book a ‘writing, I plunged deep into the world of women with autism – having long suspected…

Two books written during Lockdown: 'Booby Fellatio's Lockdown Diary' and 'Under Cader Idris.'

Astonishingly, I wrote two books during Lockdown. The first one was ‘dictated’, in part at least, by an old character, Booby Fellatio (a woman of negotiable affection with a penchant for young men): she first appeared in 2014, had her say in a previous book and then rode off into the metaphorical sunset, never (or so I assumed) to be seen again. In this, I was wrong! Those weeks, and then…

Bosom Bolsters and Me!

I loathe clothes shopping – find it tedious in the extreme; as a result of this, the few items I have bought – since arriving in Glastonbury twenty-six months ago – have mostly come from one of our many splendid charity shops.

I do, however, draw the line at wearing someone else’s mammary hammocks/tit holsters (not to put too fine a point upon it) – and have been in search of suitable containers…

Ghost Weed: Goin’ up the country!

Ghost Weed performing at the Cider Barn, Draycott, Summer 2018. From left to right: John Arnold, Matthew Peach, Neil Phillips and Mark Halper.

It promises to be a busy few weeks for Wrington-based band, Ghost Weed, as they juggle stoups of hilariously-named ale (Pump and Grind -Whooaarr! – being but one example!) with an action-packed set (or two) of groovy music – this all happening at…

Dead Poets and Me!

Quince bush!

I detest most meetings. They tend to encourage the sanctimonious, self-important and slitheringly upwardly-mobile to grab any available space for tedious dramatic monologues and sleep-inducing soliloquies! Many such speakers need – with a fair degree of urgency – to learn two important skills: The Art of Summary and the Craft of Grabbing an Audience by the Balls!

When bored,…

Moos, Mates and Mayhem!

Thanks to Beef2Live for this image.

So there we were, my friend and I, driving up Burrington Combe, towards Velvet Bottom (as you do!), when…stap me vitals and Lord love a duck, there, in the centre of the road, ambling aimlessly…

…was a damn gurt moo! Yes indeedy! I kid you not! I had a quick, though necessarily distant, kit inspection – and saw evidence suggestive of the male gender! Horns you…

‘Hansel and Gretel’: A Review

This year’s Glastonbury pantomime – a great local institution, if ever there was one! –  turned put to be a classic example of the Curate’s Egg.

Glastonbury-based Shadow of the Tor (a Production Company) created and put on their own version of ‘Hansel and Gretel’ – and I was a member of the audience last night.

The ideas were great; the characters well-developed; the technical side excellent:…

This morning, I have been gifted with contrasts in nature: Woke to spiders’ webs, pearled in misty dew, taut against a sullenly grey sky – then, moments later (or so it seemed), an abundance of sun jewels, in every colour, displayed upon walls, ceiling and floor, while a bloom of birds hung ripe and ready in a neighbour’s tree. The calligraphy of dullness is just as fine as brightness upon a white page!

Toxic Silence and Triggers

This is a difficult, and painful, subject for me to write about – but, since I know I am not alone in struggling with certain types of silence, I am opening this up to a wider audience than my own, at times troubled, mind.

Silence can be golden: A soft and gentle radiance which lightens the heart and provides wings of peace for the soul’s ascension.

By contrast, silence used punitively can break…