As I sat in my office a couple of weeks ago, a flurry of activity appeared out of nowhere by the window. My colleagues rushed to look down in awe at Westminster Bridge where three people died and more than 40 others were injured after an attacker drove a car down a pavement and stabbed a policeman in the shadow of the Houses of Parliament. My office is based a safe enough distance away from the atrocities which happened in my Capital city a fortnight ago. But, from the 14th floor of my tower block, which is located next...Read More
Author: Jude Peppis
When I was at university, I stumbled home one Sunday morning with bags under my eyes and spilled cider and black down my (cream) top after a heavy night ended by crashing on my gay best friend’s sofa. It was my first “walk of shame” – a journey largely spent with my head down low rooted in paranoia that everyone was talking about me.
Nearly 15 years later (!), why do I get that same feeling in the pit of my stomach when walking TJ to nursery?
It started with a badge. When I hadn’t even told my parents yet about the impending arrival, I filled in a Transport for London online form to request the little pin which would grant me a seat on public transport over the coming months. When it finally arrived (the badge, not the baby), I excitedly adorned myself with it and hopped on the packed commuter train to work feeling like the whole world was looking at me. They weren’t. One lovely man did catch my eye and kindly asked a man near to him to move his bag off...Read More