You don’t often get two blog posts out of me in a day but I have a couple of things to add. First, about Julian Assange: I had commented that the sexual assault charges against him seem trumped-up: today it seems that someone, having slept with him one night, claimed that he ‘raped’ her the next morning. Rape is no joke – all the more reason not to file ridiculous charges like these.
Second, not one of you pointed out that I had completely ballsed up this week’s joke. It should have read:
Why did the chicken cross the moebius strip?
To get to the same side.
That’s it. See you tomoz
Published by Sarada Gray
I started my first novel, aged 8, in a draughty vicarage, finishing it 14 years later. My first poem emerged on a Sussex beach in 1965, but I didn’t return to poetry until 2007: I’m still trying to find out why.
I have published short stories, poems and reviews and am a recognised performance poet. I’ve been married 21 years and have two children, Holly, 20 and Daniel, 17; but my husband now wants to be known as female. My struggles with this and its effects on my writing, are the springboard for short stories and a radio play.
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