The Bipolar Express

I have just spent the last week travelling on The Bipolar Express. The train is fuelled by glorious, premium high octane juice and heads straight to Fuckville. Destination Fuckville is a place where confidence is endless and every idea is a bloody good idea. Where super ego’s party by throwing their energy into good times.Continue reading “The Bipolar Express”

A manic bipolar episode

The last few years I’ve had to face my demons with Bipolar. I have made many changes in my life to combat the rollercoaster of moods. Mainly, regular exercise at the gym, food and diet and no drugs or alcohol except in very small does on very limited occasions. During our first lockdown during warmerContinue reading “A manic bipolar episode”

Paying for sex

Previously mentioned, I spent my teens working in my mother’s brothel as a receptionist. My day consisted of answering telephones while trying to sound alluring in a provocative sexy whisper (hindsight tells me my young innocent girlie voice was what probably what caught punters attention), and booking appointments etc. It was a fairly easy jobContinue reading “Paying for sex”