Since I last blogged, I became an auntie. My niece was born in late December and she’s small and soft with a tuft of hair. Jillianne and I bought her some duck-beak slippers. As of a few days ago, she has begun to smile. Since I last blogged, I’ve climbed two mountains. Mount Ozzard (750 […]Read more "Since I last blogged."
This is something I know to be true. A woman’s heart is in in her Apple iTunes. For a depiction of her recent moods and emotions, consult her recently played. To understand the person she truly is, past the flesh and down to the bony core, examine her top 25 played of all time. For […]Read more "A woman’s heart is in her Apple iTunes"
You’ve seen a few films in your time, so you’ll know what I mean when I talk about the dramatic monologue in the last minute of a film sequence, when the main protagonist (probably) is talking about what they’ve learnt throughout the film’s narrative. How all the twists and turns that they suffered or nearly […]Read more "A monologue about love, ugh ffs"
I landed in Toronto on 14th May, at the beginning of my two years in Canada. It is now 2nd September and already I feel different to the girl that stepped on the plane those months ago. Since the 23rd June, a place called Canoe Lake in Algonquin Park has been my home. I couldn’t […]Read more "TSC: Home is Canoe Lake"
On Monday 14th May I flew away from my home for the past 23 years. A land that I love. Sorry, before I get ahead of myself, I will just say this. I can’t help but romanticize the green pastures of the United Kingdom when I am away from it. I have always been this […]Read more "Can you feel the euphoria darlin’?"
I have just finished watching one of my favourite films, Stuck in Love. It’s one of those films that I have to watch every six months as my cinematic way of self-care. It helps me keep my feet on the ground and gently reminds me of where I’m going and what I want to do. […]Read more "Write about what you love (and do it with honesty)"
I’ve sat down to write for the first time in a long time. With my brother’s soft old swimming hoodie on, speedo pyjama shorts sliding off my arse and a shower beckoning, I don’t look aesthetically attractive today. Yet somehow, I feel deeply sexy and full of Ruby Wax confidence. No one can smear this […]Read more "A really fucking boring subject, plus pecan plaits"