All about The Wayward Wife

Friday, April 10, 2009

Life and language; a personal story

Life and language; a personal story is a blog I originally posted in early 2008 which is a serious account of how my language evolved; the parental, educational and social factors that influenced my language development. This article has more of an academic slant than my usual writing. Please click link in text for this article.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A short welcoming message

Wild and outrageous untruths about my relationship with Pierce Brosnan, my addiction to cup cakes and ginger beer may possibly appear here one day or alternatively I might bore you senseless with some mundane details of my early life. I may even mention the institution.

In fact you can vote/comment on what you'd like to read if you like! So please feel free to leave me a message if you feel so inclined......

A little bit more about The Wayward Wife

I think I ought to point out that whilst I'm primarily English I'm also British which is slightly different. It means I have English, Scottish, Welsh and Irish blood (Oh and some liquid chocolate) in me. This means I can draw upon vast reserves of (questionable) humour;

1. Base Scottish wit (lets face it - any nationality that makes it’s men wear skirts is funny, albeit in a very primitive fashion)

2. Cunning Welsh wit (Tom Jones has been secretly laughing for years at his international success)

3. Cockney wit (“Charlie’s got big ears and his wife uses them to ride side saddle”)

4. Subtle Irish wit (“It was only a bomb… I didn’t know it was going to blow up.”)

Mix these ingredients together and you have a very potent force, not unlike a bad curry and some German lager - very unforgiving. (Which may be why people keep giving me toiletries for Christmas.)

favourite Quotes

"If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all don't die. But if you do have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that." Ursula Le Guin, Prospects for Women in Writing.

"If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all don't die. But if you do have to die, commit suicide by stuffing your face with chocolate;it's a lot more pleasurable than being hit by a train at 100 miles an hour. I approve of that." Jane Turley, Prospects for Death by Chocolate.