Deirdre Geraghty

Deird the Weird they called me sixty years ago because I liked brown bread and rice for my dinner and didn’t find male ballet dancers in leotard and tights obscene. And so my life has been a battle ever since. My friends tell me that they love me just the way I am, which is such a contrast, so it’s not all been bad but I am weary now. I am due for a camera down my throat to look for cancer very soon so it’s a worry but if there’s anything sinister going on then, no doubt, that will be my fault too which, as an ex-smoker, will at least be true.