No Self-Respecting Demon Would Want to Live Here Now


The concept of ‘demons’ is not something I ever imagined I’d be  writing about on my blog.  It belongs to Dan Brown blockbuster territory, not the life of the world’s biggest coward, the woman who can’t even look at the word ‘vamp*re’ without throwing up and lapsing into a coma.  However, the ‘demon’ in question is indeed a reference to something that played a significant part in my life last year.    As a result, my blog posts have been in a virtual holding bay since March/April 2015 because I’ve been rather preoccupied.  I’ll explain why. Continue reading “No Self-Respecting Demon Would Want to Live Here Now”

Taking the piss

I was recently sitting in a posh tea shop, drinking an extortionately expensive cup of twig tea.  £2.50 a pop. Twig tea, for goodness sake.  Who’d pay good money to drink that? Clearly, I would.  As I sipped the straw-coloured liquid, it reminded me of a practice I’d taken up a few years ago, a practice that had elicited the same response from all my friends.  “Rita, you’re completely bonkers.”  It was not the first time I’d heard this, and, as it turns out, not the last.  What had caused this uproar?  My confession that I’d just started drinking my own pee. Continue reading “Taking the piss”