My love of stories almost certainly came from the use of books-as-babysitters as a child - I know my sister loves stories as much as I do, although she leans towards romcoms and chickflicks where I caught a bad case of the SciFi from the InnerDad.
My inclination towards writing, however, most likely comes from my grandmother maysherestinpeace. She used to write those paper email things - were they called letters? - to lots of people, especially companies who were indulging in the kind of thing she didn't much hold with. She used to love writing letters of complaint and opinion, and especially loved getting replies.
So I've been thinking of her a lot recently, and feel that I'm honouring her memory with all the letters/emails of complainti've been writing:
Sky News don't give a flying fuck about Kay Burley
's rampant sexism - they've refused to reply to a single one of the many emails I've sent them.
Neither have PG Tips
bothered to reply to my request that they show some ethics towards using comedy sex-molester Johnny Vegas
as a spokesman. However, writing to my student union (my college own the Bloomsbury Theatre) has resulted in a letter being drawn up and submitted to the college expressing student disapproval, and after Jonathan Ross
allowed Vegas to use his chat show as a platform for dismissing the accusations without addressing them, I have used the BBC complaints form
to get a response there.
I'm hoping that would be more successful, as my complaint last week about Radio 4 painting goths as Satanic Neo Nazis
did solicit a reply, albeit a form-letter
passive aggressive faux-apology
(Jennie's words) that explained that prejudice is ok as long as it's xenophobic
prejudice, and ne fule no that proper British goths aren't like those dirty French goths. (I was particularly amused at the BBC insisting on capitalising 'Goths', because those black wearing grave desecrating nazi types are one and the same
with the ancient central European tribe.) I replied to that apology as well.
Mmmm nothing like being vocal to make one feel smug.