A child out of time.

As I type this, a wave of sadness flows through my right shoulder and rib cage. An anxious feeling jingles the cells in the same place. My breathing is short and shallow and my right hand begins to shake. My arm shakes. I have butterflies in my belly, my throat is...

Victoria Wood and Wild Therapy

“We’d like to apologise to viewers in the North: it must be awful for them.” Someone from Kent, who I don’t think was quoting Victoria Wood, said this to me once. He said it must have been dreadful to have grown up with such ugliness, industrialisation and whatnot....