It was 25 years ago today...

I've been thinking that I needed to do something to mark the 25th anniversary of my GRS and this seems to be it. ( A chunk of medical memoir behind cut so that people of a squeamish or nervous disposition can avoid finding out exactly what went wrong in Roz's past. I should point out that it is the passage of my memoirs that squicked out Neil Gaiman, mast of modern horror. )

which of course was far from being true in the short term, because I had abother two years of this sort of thing to come, though none of it quite as life-threatening, and one of the consequences of all of it was significant weight gain and the things that brought in its train.

On the other hand, love and passion and intense pleasures and despairs I might never have otherwise known. Several Great Loves of an operatic kind and a happy partnership of twenty years that was better than any of them. A political career of sorts that at least put me in a position to understand what was going on - I may not have been able to do anything about New Labour, but at least I voted for them without any illusions left. My career as a critic had already started, but it has taken directions I could not have foreseen, and I did get to be a writer, of sorts.

I can still not regret a choice I made. Just other people's frakkups.

Apples, trees and so on

When I was at my sister's yesterday, my niece was wearing a 'Save the Cheerleader, Save the World' t-shirt, and when they saw me spot it, her brother said with a grin 'I've got one too'. Sooner or later they are going to turn up here, I can just feel it; my nephew is already on Facebook.

The walls, they close in, when your family has the geek gene.