It seems unfestive—malcontented even—to attempt to give up drinking during the summer time, the season being so synonymous with the smell of barbecues and the cheer of get-togethers where a drink in hand is ubiquitous, if not essential. But that is precisely what I intend to do. There is a passage early in his book My […]

During my period of ‘confinement’ whilst pregnant with my first child, a friend of mine lent me his box set of The Tudors to keep me entertained. It worked, although it also sent me into quiet emotional turmoil as I watched despairingly at the grisly punishments meted out amongst characters. I remember ruminating quite extensively […]

The other night, I stayed up watching The Babadook (2014) until at least 2am. Like the protagonist Amelia, I felt exhausted but the act of sleep itself had become so fraught with anxiety that I forced myself to stay awake, cramming my brain with the toxic ooze streaming out of my laptop. Not that the […]

I was first introduced to kale at a work dinner a few years ago. I was seated down, a hot plate of roasted lamb positioned in front of me, when a waitperson sidled up, silver tray in hand, and enquired: ‘Curly kale, madam?’ The rather whimsical prefix of ‘curly’ seemed somewhat at odds with the […]

In Nina’s Power’s book One Dimensional Woman (Zero Books, 2010), she begins her penultimate chapter by asking “Whatever did happen to all those dreams of living  differently?… Alternative living these days is more likely to refer to the fact that you’ve bolted a solar panel to your roof rather than undertaken any practical critique of the nuclear family” […]

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the pool of ideas. Largely because I seem bereft of them at the moment, lumbering about in a great fog as I am. That bothersome fog. That fog which seems to endlessly shroud my brain, sealing off my ability to think clearly, to hold a sustained thought, to […]

What a flabby, pimply, listless mess I’ve become these past few months. So laborious is the prospect of writing, that my muscles have deteriorated into rolls of useless wobbly flesh. When will this treacle-filled trouser sensation wear off so that I might become the spritely vessel of productive exuberance I so long for? But it’s […]


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