I get a lot of people coming up to me for a chat when I’m with my daughter, so it wasn’t a surprise when we were sat in the cafe and a woman, perhaps in her sixties, wandered over to us. Her opening gambit was to stare at my daughter in a mildly unnerving manner, which worried me a little, but when she started talking to me it was the usual questions “what’s her name?”, “how old is she?” and so on. This woman had a tendency to repeat herself, and her memory seemed like it might to be starting to go a little, but it wasn’t the difficult conversation with the crazy stranger I had been concerned it might be.
A few minutes later, a man she was with, a little younger, wandered over too, his conversational skills consisting mainly of non-sequiters like “we’ve been to Derby on holiday”, but he was pleasant enough, and my daughter happily munched away on her croissant while I chatted with these strangers. Presently the man wandered off, and the woman seemed as if she was going to leave too, but changed her mind. She started to talk about the man, it becoming apparent he was her son. “He has that Aspergers, have you heard of it?” “It was hard, because they didn’t know for a long time” “It was hard”, she kept repeating.
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Today is an important date in Joy Division history, as Unknown Pleasures was released on this day in 1979. But one month from today is an even more significant date. July 15th 2016 would have been Ian Curtis’s 60th birthday, and that date is being marked with the release of a new book, Joy Devotion : The Importance of Ian Curtis and Fan Culture. I … Continue reading On Joy Devotion – Jennifer Otter Bickerdike
Yesterday marked 20 years since my dad died. Hard to believe it’s been that long, or that he’s now been gone for well over half my life (and my entire adult life). One of the first pieces I wrote on this blog was about him, just before I became a father myself. Now that I am, I wonder what it was like for him, with four … Continue reading Blog – 20 Years
Back in November I wrote about the Day of The Dead, and grief and loss. It felt like I’d been writing a lot about those subjects in 2015, so as I wrote that piece I made a silent pact with fate. By writing about this one more time, I’m drawing a line under 2015, and 2016 can be a year where I don’t lose anyone … Continue reading My memories of Bowie
2015 has been a wonderful year for many reasons, not least watching my daugher grow from baby to child. I feel perhaps more contented this year than I ever have before. But it’s also been a year of loss, with death and mortality never too far from my mind. The first piece I wrote this year was on Broadcast’s Trish Keenan, love and loss. My father, … Continue reading El día de los Muertos