Hiya,

When I was little I loved trad/blues, but when I got older I got some very funny ideas, mostly that young people didn't like or listen to it. I wore blue lipstick and black nail varnish, snapped at everyone, and listened to some truly awful stuff I found on my own. I'd loved writing as a child in between listening, mostly poems and short stories, but young people didn't do that either, so I stopped.

When I went to college I got really ill –- it sounds silly but I'm sure at least some of it was to do with not listening to what I grew up with.


Dad was desperate to see Steeleye Span, but I thought they'd be no good so I said an emphatic NO. This caused problems for him because I am disabled and no care was set up that night, so he couldn't go either – and problems for me, because though I didn't know/think it at the time, I shall regret it for the rest of my life.

Next time he said "you're bloody well going," and dragged me to their gig (not literally). I heard what I now know to be 'Drink Down The Moon', realised why I'd worshipped Ms. Prior since I was little and why I still do, and got so emotional I nearly had to leave.

I started writing again and haven't stopped, and one of my stories has been used for work with disabled children.

Now I'm told to turn my music UP.