Remember when we went to see Richard III at Stratford and I retched and vomited all the way there and all through the performance because I'd got food poisoning from some sausages I'd eaten the day before? Apt.
I recently completed an academic research project (MPhil) about working-class women’s autobiographies. Now I’m writing my own...
To cut a long story short:
My dad and both my grandads were coal miners. I was born in Coalville. I belong on this website. I returned to education as a mature student: got a couple of A-levels, went to university; got a BA, an MA, a PhD, and an MPhil. It was not as easy as that. It was not as quick as that. But I did. I have spent most of my adult-life studying something. Generally something to do with English literature: mainly something to do with working-class women. My MA is about Women and God – inspired by and emotively written through my experiences as a pupil at Catholic primary and secondary schools. My PhD and MPhil projects are about working-class women writers – inspired and emotively written through my experiences as a working-class woman in a materialistic and class-ridden society. When I was an undergraduate at university, there wasn’t a module about working-class writing. There just wasn't. I didn’t study any working-class texts. I just didn’t. I once gave a research paper about my PhD (ie: talking about my work) and I remember someone laughingly said, ‘Was there a recession in the 1980s? I must have missed that.’ That just about sums it up. I have had no working-class peers. I found them in my reading and writing. In my reading and writing I found myself.
Welcome to my blog. It's basically about me.It’s called ‘My Travel Blog’ (because I’m time travelling through my memories of the past). See what I did there?