On The Outside Looking In

Over the weekend I read an article that made me roll my eyes so so hard I could practically see my brain. Eva Wiseman, a Guardian columnist, wants everybody to stop ‘pretending’ to be outsiders and admit that doing so is just a way for ‘ordinary’ people to feel ‘special’.  Am I being too harsh, or does this seem to be profoundly tone deaf?  Continue reading “On The Outside Looking In”

Wheels, Pain & The First Avenger

As I stepped through the double doors that led to the sports hall I knew I was either just about to do something incredibly awesome, or awesomely stupid. After two diagnoses, more hospital visits that I can remember, and a full twelve months worth of distance, I I had decided to return to Roller Derby.

Now, I’m not crazy; I am well acquainted with the sport and know full well that I’d be pushing my luck straight off a cliff if I recklessly attempted to become a player, again.  No, this time I planned to step into the oval as a trainee referee. Continue reading “Wheels, Pain & The First Avenger”