I used to be an angel And then I came down to earth.
Belfast to Nijmegen to Church Village to Cardiff to Milton Keynes (stopping over in a few Scottish towns, villages and cities along the way).
I used to be a bad girl And now I'm very good.
I like a lot of stuff. Some stuff irritates me. Expect ranting and bad poetry from this Celt with Viking blood (I blame my mother).
I used to live with a land-locked sailor. Now my chariot only has two wheels. Life is interesting.
Some things change and some remain the same. Love still rules my life, and creativity sometimes won't let me sleep, and I now attend professionally to the quality of products rather than minds, but I'm still me, and it's all good.
My chariot is now purely metaphysical.
I appear to have started to help run performance poetry nights, after having been performing a bit for the last eighteen months.
Some bugger cut me! (In the name of getting a benign tumour the size of an ambitious grapefruit out of me, to be fair.)
This poetry lark's taking off somewhat!
I live and work in Cambridge! How did that happen?!