Dad; a story of sock puppet props, Rupert Bear trousers and 83 years of compassion.
If I tell people that as a child I once hid in a wardrobe from my shouting father, they might…
January 5, 2020
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Annette Kapur
Author: Annette Kapur
One Arse Cheek on a Shared Piano Stool
Christmas is a time of…cheer, joy, warmth, laughter…fear? The 25th December can be a bit like an Escher drawing for…
December 24, 2019
The Arch Enemy of Time
I have a perpetual nail running down the centre of my foot that sometimes roots me into place and at…
October 3, 2019
Wot No Social Media?
I have found myself mindfully strolling through the nostalgia of my youth recently, whether it is wistfully remembering my early…
September 1, 2019
The Blair Witch Horror of First Date Food
There is something about dating when you have the grace and decorum of a baby elephant that brings an extra…
August 6, 2019
Post Holiday Vacuum
Sometimes you hear your own footsteps duplicating your path through the house. It’s as though you have company but you…
July 30, 2019
Finding Your Lisa.
It could resemble a full orchestra playing an acoustic dream in your head, or a lightning storm switching on every…
July 22, 2019
Honey and Spike
Wear a white T-shirt in a trendy London community, look pretty gorgeous, a sprinkle of fame might help, quicken your…
July 15, 2019
My Granddad
There’s a little girl, shielding her eyes from the summer sun, delicately crossing her ankles covered by slightly askew socks. …
July 10, 2019
Post Holiday Vacuum
July 30, 2019
My Granddad
July 10, 2019
