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The one where I was in stitches
I very nearly named this one “The one where I was physically assaulted by my mum – aka child abuse” but figured that would have given far too much away. At least you now know where this one is leading to, so read on Dear Reader if you want to know how I got there…well,…
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Sticky Toffee Cheesecake
Ask anyone who knows me “What’s Roy’s favourite pudding?” and (hopefully) their answer would be “Easy! It’s cheesecake ‘innit”. So here’s a story about how cheesecake became my thing. And also about an attempt to get my mum stoned. And yes, this contains copious amounts of drug references (again). And yes, this one comes with…
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Being stopped by the police
Note: this post includes stories of drug taking and as such names of the innocent have been changed. You know who you are! I’ve been stopped by the old bill seven times in my adult life, each one of those times was whilst driving and the result of a “random” stop. All those stops were…
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On a mission
This post talks about drugs, so before I begin, I need to legally preface this post with the following statement: 95% of this story is made-up and the remaining 65% true. At some point after that awkward period of transition between childhood and being a teenager I’d decided to give up on aspirations and dreams…I’d…
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John
It’s difficult to work out how to write John into this blog. So far, entries have been chronological in order but I think it’s time to start moving into subjects instead. And my God, John was quite a significant subject to have inflicted on us all in the Davis household. Read my previous post if…
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The move to Northampton
After my dad’s passing my mum was left with nothing, no house, no money, no career, kids to feed,…how would she cope? Oh no, wait, that’s not what happened at all: my dad’s insurance covered the remainder of the mortgage, paid for his own funeral and had enough left over to keep my mum going…
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You’re man of the house now
Almost immediately after my dad’s passing there was no end of people coming up to me proclaiming: “you’re the man of the house now, Roy. Look after your mum”. I’m not exaggerating – everyone was approaching me and telling me the same thing, be it family, friends, strangers… Well, saying that is all well and…
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The day I lost my Dad
If you’re looking for donor conceived stuff in this entry then you’ll be sorely disappointed. I want this post to concentrate entirely on the man I called Dad; the man who was and still is my Dad. No-one will ever replace him. We might not share DNA but he instilled in me the knowledge of…
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Was I adopted?
My childhood was mostly spent wondering who I was. I’m pretty sure most people grow up pondering the same thing but for me there was always this one nagging, recurring thought which always went round-and-round in mind: the question of whether I was adopted. Here’s me! Paraded around in front of family, reading front page…
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It started with a wan….memory!
My English teacher, Mrs Gyte, had always told us that a story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I’m writing a story of me so I should write about my beginning, right? Probably no; firstly I can’t remember being zero years old and secondly my beginning probably really starts before conception, and…