I (started to) write this while sitting in airport number 1 of the 4 I travel through before I get back to Newcastle. This first one is Brunei - then Kuala Lumpur - then Heathrow - then finally, Newcastle. It being Brunei there is no alcohol served in the airport so I've eaten a lasagne … Continue reading Airports.
I always had ambitions to travel. I remember being young and my parents (while they were still together) taking us to places while they tried to get visas for Australia. Aged 11, I remember my mam talking about nurses who'd emigrated to Saudi Arabia who earned a fortune working for people who had gold taps … Continue reading Well that was weird 3: How I ended up on a dot in the middle of the Pacific…
Kuala Lurah is an interesting place. It's like the Asian version of the wild west. In Brunei it is illegal to gamble. To buy alcohol. To sell cigarettes 1km from a school. From where I live it is a 40 minute drive to the Malaysian border; to Kuala Lurah. The nearest town after the border … Continue reading Well That Was Weird: 2. The time I got more than I bargained for at the Malaysian border…
Everytime I appear in anything for Bruhaha Comedy I'm still left wondering how on earth this happened! And why on earth does my voice sound like that?!
I can feel my breathing getting shallower and quicker. I’m nervous. I never get nervous. Six teachers, well five teachers and me – the only female – are sat on stage in front of maybe 200 students and staff… well maybe 100 but the lecture theatre seems full. No one comes with a banner for … Continue reading Why Am I Doing This To Myself: 2. The Poetry Slam, January 2018.
So I went to Singapore on a school trip... which sounds weird in itself cos when I was at school we were lucky if we went to Bill Quay Farm. It was accompanying students who were participating in Model United Nations, which again is not something us comp school kids did - or any type … Continue reading Well that was weird… Pt 1.
Despite actually being English, I’ve finally come to the realisation, after many blank stares and “can you repeat that please?”s that English is in fact my second language. My first is Geordie. My first experience of this was when I bounded like a Labrador puppy into see all the young people I was going to … Continue reading Can You Speak English? Part 1.