HeyJaredCow Parsley
London history, global narcotics and addiction history, and probably a lot of 80s/90s rural Lincolnshire and Yorkshire nostalgia. Come on in, the water's warm.
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Another One About The NoL (opens the original)
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Please feel free to decamp if you can’t bear any more.People were discussing their memories of him as it’s two years now and this huge wave of grief came at me. Real grief and loss. It felt like the ground opening up.New people have bought his house - lovely people. Huge changes, but needed to be done. Not my business. Apparently I have an open invitation. Probably too soon for me to see those rooms again.Platonic friendships like ours only happen once in a lifetime, I think. I was a girl from L
The One About the 166 (opens the original)
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This one is going to kick you in the goolies, hopefully in a good way.When I was a little girl, I was a papergirl and a waitress, in my school white shirt, blue bottoms and school shoes. And every year we had to serve a full English afternoon tea to the veterans of the bomber squadrons. To men who treated us like their own. No pervs, in any way. We had … Read more
The One About the Importance of Now (opens the original)
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Let’s begin with how much I detest fearmongering, particularly internet fearmongering. I love a good conspiracy or apocalypse theory as much as anyone, but just as I have written a lot about heroin, it doesn’t mean I’m a heroin user. So take this post as you will, but know that it does not come from a place of me wanting to make you afraid. It comes from a place of me wanting to clarify an emerging situation in its various forms, and what we can all do about it, today.Good to have that out of th
The One About Anniversaries (opens the original)
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The 30th of July would have been Dad’s 80th birthday. He died in his 50s so I always remember him as a young man, and I measure my meaningful mortality by his: packing in as much as possible until I’m the same age, then it’s all bonus gravy, baby. I still miss Dad. He had such a strong grasp on world politics and the big picture. He was also brilliant at maths, particularly trigonometry, and tried to teach me algebra with a stick in the sand on Cleethorpes beach. BIG in the sand algebra, but sti
The One About 7 Years In (opens the original)
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Seven years ago, I received an early morning call from the dog refuge - COME NOW. I slung a collar and lead in the car and ran. An hour later, the NoL and I were at the dog refuge. The manager, Annie, said There is a lot to take on here. So just say if you don’t want her. She isn’t housetrained and she is fresh out of a puppy mill, and can’t make any more.The moment they brought her towards me, that was it. No question, this is my dog. You can’t see it here from my shitty photo, but she weighed
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