The best time of your life.

The best time of my life is a hard one to pick but I will tell you abou this one... When I was an University at De Montfort, I was down and finding it hard to make friends. I knew I was a nice person to be around but I had low self esteem and felt daunted by the amout of people there were to meet. Anyway I decided to enter Miss DMU 2005 which was my university beauty and personality contest. Seeing as there were cash prizes and I was a student I thought I might as well give it a go and entered myself in. On the day of the competition I had arranged to pick up a dress my friend had made for me, but I forgot it! So I had to think quickly, I had no ...  Read the complete review

There is, on another opinionating website, a topic category called "10 things that remind me of the 60s", for which this piece was originally written. Were the 60s the best time of my life? Hard to say, and I won't bore you with debating the case for other candidate periods, but the 60s certainly left a warm glow in my memory, and it doesn't take much to fan the embers into flame once more. * There are many things that remind me of the 60s: smells (e.g. Old Holborn tobacco - which I used to smoke), tastes (e.g. stout-and-mild - which I used to drink, don't ask me why), fashions (e.g. mini-skirts - no, I didn't wear them, ...  Read the complete review

In 1975 I got married.....at the time, deep down I knew it was something I shouldn't be doing - but, I went along with it all, because to go through with it seemed easier and less painful for other people than to call it off, plus I had, amongst other rather dubious things, been taught by my mother that a woman wasn't really worthwhile unless a man had "claimed" her as his own, and she was married to him. As the years went by, though I was fond of my ex-husband, it wasn't the delirious love which I'd hoped for, and I became very discontented. Most of the time I managed to keep my discontent under lock and key inside of me, but occasionally it would ...  Read the complete review