I’m writing a novel. I’m about 60,000 words in – with about 20,000 more to go. When not writing my novel, I like to daydream about it being published one day, and about what the cover might look like when it appears in bookshops all over the country (maybe even the world!). I’m allowed these
I’m worried about social media. About what it’s doing to us all. It started this morning when I woke up and remembered a dream that I had last night about being on a beach in Thailand, talking with someone. That someone is a Facebook friend but not someone I see in real life very often
Rich and I lay in bed the other night, reminiscing about 80s toys and fads. This post is for children of the 80s looking for a nostalgic trip down memory lane… Pogs Stretch Armstrong (and his dog Fetch, of course) Tamagotchi (remember how it felt when they died…!) Lunchtime game of marbles on the drain?
Since watching Sofia Coppola’s Somewhere – the story of an actor who finds himself enlightened by his sweet, innocent teenage daughter coming to stay with him and soon after resolves to give up the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle – i’ve become obsessed with I’ll Try Anything Once by The Strokes: Beautiful film, beautiful song.
On Tuesday, six men were found guilty of the horrific gang rape of an Indian woman on a bus in Delhi, which led to her death. Today they’ll be sentenced. Activists have taken to the streets, calling for the four (one defendant hanged himself in his cell, another was tried in a juvenile court) to
One of the first things I noticed about living in Somerset was how trusting people were. In Odcombe, the village we lived in for a year, locals would leave baskets of eggs (freshly laid by their hens that morning) by the front gate with an honesty box – trusting you to leave a quid, or
For our Friday date night, Rich and I went to Bouchon Fourchette on Mare Street. Nestled in between the infamous Dolphin pub, cheap chicken shacks and some other forgettable shops, this French restaurant is one of a few trendy joints popping up along this stretch. Following an incredibly enthusiastic welcome, we were told to choose
Last Saturday, my sister and I went to see Jockum Nordstrom’s exhibition: All I Have Learned and Forgotten Again – at the Camden Arts Centre. We liked the fornicating couples and the dusty pink backgrounds best. The Camden Arts Centre has a beautiful two-tiered garden, with a raised lawn and paving below (to sit and
This poem 1. was not written by me 2. has an extra line in the third verse But 3. is still quite clever Click on the image to enlarge: If you like this, you might like my other website The Early Hour: an online culture and lifestyle magazine for people who are up early in