Or Tales of the Pick Up Artist. Sometimes in life, you find yourself with a ring-side seat on some quite seemingly strange and baffling human behaviour. Not long ago, I got onto a local train. Another woman joined me. She was carrying an art folio, was young and pretty. She was also utterly distracted by… Read More Girl on a Train

Yesterday, the writer HG Tudor published a piece outlining his views on a work of BBC journalist, Myles Bonnar, It concerns an horrifying movement called ‘The Game’. Essentially, it is a trend where men gather on the web to exchange what they might loosely call ‘dating tips’ but which any fool can see are distributing… Read More ‘The Game.’

So, I ‘frequent’ a pagan group. I am pagan. Ever have been since 14 when I figured out that the one with the pointy hat who lofts around Canterbury, did not really like women. He didn’t really appear to like anyone but that’s entirely beside the point. I’ve been noticing for say maybe, the past… Read More The Crystal Caper

Heard two really important things on the radio today to my mind.. 1 – Rape convictions have gone down despite the fact that reports of rape to the police are rising. (Currently only 1 in 58 rapes are being kicked upstairs to the CPS). This hasn’t surprised me. Guessing some report was issued today. 2… Read More The Mark of a Civilised Society?

I love Piccadilly. The Lights! The Statue! Overpriced entertainment! A stones throw away from Shaftstbury Avenue and Theatreland and a little hop skip and a jump, you’re in Soho, bro! Broadly, this is how I view the world at the moment. A seemingly bright and happy place…but really, it isn’t. Far from it. Scratch the… Read More All change please for the Piccadilly Line!