(NB to self: use as intertextuality in autobiography)
It has come to my notice that in my last but one blog I may spelled the word ‘hippy’ incorrectly. This was a genuine error and not a deliberate flouting of the established spelling rules. I will not lie, I am flipping mortified………..anyway……….over it!
(Us working-class folk have always had a notoriously uneasy grasp on spelling and grammar, not to mention the verbalisation of it, well I know I have. (At least nowadays we can read and write, in a fashion.) So, please look kindly on any further discrepancies. There are always some, no matter how rigorously one proof-reads.)
….Update – I have just done a bit of research and found that the word ‘hippy’ can actually be spelt either way! I am greatly relieved that I was right in the first place, but will keep the previous paragraph as I am making a valid point.
I work hard all weekend so’s I can do what I like during the week. Today, I am going to read the autobiography of this person and write a bit of my own…
I remember when I got sent to prison and they stuck a long tube my neck because I refused to eat. #crossedwires.
Last but not least:
'We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.'
We must learn to speak the language the others speak when there is no one there to correct us.
To cut a long story short: