The day I swore on live TV

It was my first big break – a job To Die For. Like Suzanne Stone in the Gus Van Sant film, I’d convinced my lover to kill my rival.* It was worth it. Finally I was a weekend weather girl.…

Tracey Spicer: Age discrimination is real

It was trip to the shops, much like any other. The trolley was pregnant with produce: leafy greens, pink ladies, and shiny strawberries. The kids were fighting over counter treats, as I fantasised about escaping to a deserted island. Suddenly,…

I don’t give a flying funk what you think about me.

I’m having a marvellous midlife crisis. It involves wrapping my hands around something long and hard. (Minds out of the gutter: this is not another confession.) Behold my electric guitar. As you can tell from the t-shirt, my musical tastes haven’t…