What a start to the Bank Holiday sunshine: jumping off the bus the other evening, listening to ChérieFM, the French “pop love music” station, via Bluetooth headset, when my face totally lit up as I heard Johnny Nash singing “I can see clearly now the rain has gone” (1972). I was 15 back then. The early May…
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“Don’t you look at ME like that!!!”
On talking to Paul on the phone, yesterday, aka my boyfriend when we were both 17, we shared some stories about a young man we both knew. I think he was slightly older than us at the time, and he re-named himself “Nap”, short for Naparolla (Some Polari-speak lingo, not doubt). From what I recall,…
You will be more old on Friday!
I took one sip and BANG! my poor head was gone!
Imagine having your bum pinched … by Rupert Everett!
More tales from The Coleherne What amazing fortune that I paid heed to all those people who have told me I should write my autobiography! Okay, well I’m not quite up for that, but it is a joy dotting down some stories, every now and again, for these memoires. Little could I have imagined what…
On the number 64 to the Vatican
Just after I was ordained priest in 1987, four of us friends (including one other priest) went to Rome on holiday. The other priest and I were so amazingly happy to celebrate Mass on the altar at the tomb of St Peter. Sadly, we couldn’t have any photos back then, but my name is etched…
Tales of the Coleherne
My heart would be pounding as I got on the underground and headed for Earl’s Court … it seemed that there were more men ‘like me’ … some even used to wear pretty coloured hankies in their back pockets!
Her jaw dropped … from his toes up!
Leaving home at 17, and moving into the Nurses’ Home, was my first real chance at anything like a long term relationship. My boyfriend was Paul. We were together for about 9 months, during my two years’ orthopædic nursing at the Prince of Wales’ Hospital, Rhyd-Lafar, when we were both about 18, or so. The…