My battle with the Scientists

The battle began when I was sixteen and told my teachers I wanted to be a doctor. I was moved into the science stream, never having had a science lesson in my life. We’re talking about a good girls’ school in the 1940s. The chemistry teacher had reached her 90th...

Ask the children

Nobody asks the children… We are told by the Daily Mail that mothers who stay home to look after their children are ‘happier than women who go out to work’. They don’t ask what kind of mother, what kind of work, so it doesn’t tell us very much. ‘Mother’ is so...

Anorexic nation

For me clothes began as a source of anxiety, rather than of pleasure. Would it fit? Would there be anything that would fit? I arrived in England on my fifteenth birthday, a child from New Zealand too well-fed on butter and meat, into a war-torn, hungry England....

The slow strangling of TV drama

I found myself looking forward to the final episode of The Fall last week, if against my will. The Fall – a second series is proposed – is the BBC’s current offering in the thriller serial genre, and stars the amazingly beautiful and talented Gillian Anderson who...

Esprit d’escalier

June 2013 Yesterday I came face to face with untrammelled youth and lost the encounter. I was the one who stepped aside. It was a clash of wills; age lost and youth won, as in the end I suppose it must. It was a pity because I represent age. I stepped aside; the...