Category Archives: ShiverWriggle Thinks

Heathland

By: Lydia Crow   A fire scorched the heath last night. A burst of flame cast a shadow as far as the eye could see; leaving a changed land in its wake. A numbing, a pause. But even as we … Continue reading

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Nurse-Bashing and Avocado-Smashing

By: Lydia Crow   May-Go-Round No sooner had the Conservative manifesto been published, than there was a retraction – sorry, a clarification – of policy relating to our more elderly nearest and dearest. Even some of the more right-wing newspapers … Continue reading

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A Change of Shape

By: Lydia Crow   I started Our Girl on the Outside some years ago; before the ShiverWriggle hiatus, and before I cut half the content from the site and subsequently emerged bleary-eyed to throw out a few more bobs and … Continue reading

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Brexit Gets Harder

By: Lydia Crow   Brexit gets harder As the Spanish Armada Scratch heads, befuddled.

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Punching Nazis (or, ‘Sorry Mum, It’s Hard To Know What’s Right Anymore’)

By: Lydia Crow   Do not resort to violence, You must learn to understand. Try to speak their language, Don’t draw lines across the sand. But when violence is their language, Inciting fear and hate, Interpretation falters, struggles; It’s too … Continue reading

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Inauguration Week

By: Lydia Crow   Amused disbelief, derision, horror. We mock the trumped-up man-child. Laughter turns to fear, and the newspapers threaten tears before bedtime. And now, just waiting. Heads bowed, they shake in horror at this brave new world.

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Previously, On #EdFringe

By: Lydia Crow   Wrestling with Vikings and picnics on trains; Whisky with strangers and ukulele refrains; Magic shows, Spiegeltents, comedy mime; Dirty Dick’s, disco naps, losing track of the time; Jazz, late-night burgers and a Space Hopper war; Festival … Continue reading

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A Not So Vague Interview

By: Lydia Crow   “At the right moment in time, at the point where I had finally secured a moderately average salary, in a city I loved which was filled with friends, and a freedom I had not felt for … Continue reading

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Wild Rose

By: everylittlething   Growing against the friendly grey stone wall of our garden is a perfect Mothers’ Day gift of 2013. Dog roses. They are new but already showing great promise. The rose, in all its forms, has always pleased me … Continue reading

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Eggs

By: everylittlething   As soon as the unsold Christmas items are off the supermarket shelves, the chocolate eggs appear for Easter. Theologically, I can see a link – but I suspect that God has very little to do with this … Continue reading

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