Bella Italia

I am sure I had never thought such words before, but with a raised, stern and firm voice, I equally wagged my fingers at my legs as I said “Padre! Questi gambi sono fatto da Dio!”

If you don’t want babies …

This story is to do with contraceptive and reproductive health.  ‘Oooh, now why should that be the concerns of priests?’ I hear you ask: quite so!

“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,…

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…

She’s “THIS” big!

My Mother was such a good cook!  We had a coal fire in the kitchen, with a built-in oven.  Whether it was family-picked black current, blackberry or apple tarts, steak or corned-beef pie, or any other number of gorgeous home-made goodies, she blamed all this family cooking as the reason for why she put on…