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I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

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Thursday 25 February 2010

bussing it

This morning I had to drop off a Puerto Rican cookery book at the Central Library and I was boiling in my heavy overcoat when I got back to the Taylor. Things were looking up!

Now on 18 crawling along Woodstock Road (in between sudden leaps forward), damp, cold and shoe-horned into my seat. Am I downhearted? Am I? Am I!

Sort of.

At least I can sit half-across my seat and its twin--it would truly be hell if I had to sit facing forward, knees against my nostrils. Plus, the bus is now racing along A40 (which seems miraculously clear--don't speak too soon!) and the heating feels hotter.

So, after I finish tapping this out, I'll plug in the earphones, select a fav track and listen to whatever Windows Media chooses to shuffle my way--as I drift to sleep, dreaming of this afternoon's Oracle financials training...

...I think I fancy Up the Junction by Squeeze. I remember buying it as a purple 45 when it came out: twice (first one warped when left on Fiesta parcel shelf in the sun then the other got kidnapped because I was playing it so much and driving everyone at Bledisloe Lodge up the wall--never to be seen again). Happy mems.


  1. I wish I knew where my copy of Up The Junction had got to ... but I do still have a pink, 12 inch, Cool for Cats.

  2. Cool for Cats--I remember falling for a girl called Jane to that.

    Collector's item.