Feel like a victim? Have you considered that perhaps you just Ain't Nice.
Feel like a victim? Have you considered that perhaps you just Ain't Nice.
Forget fool with no insight. Maybe I Ain’t Nice with no insight. Put t'kettle on, here comes a big ol’ break up ramble and a bonus Pinterest board for worms that turn
The preambleramble
When I sit down to write about my current life, cupboard life as regular readers here will know it, I have a quick word with myself. I’m like a writer with a particularly abusive editor, all inside one brain.
“God, not the cupboard, again. You’re not in a war zone. Think of all the people who are really suffering. Quit moaning about your dreary break up, losing your nice car and having to sleep on a sofa bed. You’re not in Sudan sweetheart, you’re a spoilt bitch.”
“I’m not moaning. I’m doing grisly entertainment describing from the trenches of my home life.”
“You look weak. Write about something other than poor me. Write about, I dunno, council housing architecture, or long Covid, something useful. Face lifts?”
“I like doing describing. I’m a writer. Surely, with plenty of self-critical LOLs, it’s OK.”
“You’re not a writer, you’re a twat.”
“News for you bitch. You’re not an actual editor, you are a twat too.”
Well that makes one of us.
I do it anyway and stuff it discreetly behind the paywall like my Mum used to stuff her loathed boiled sausage nursery tea up the rocking horse’s bottom
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