For Narnia Would Be Perfect
After Wendy Cope For I shall consider some of the loveliest parts of teaching,...
On Not Offering to Help
There is a curious social ritual that occurs whenever one is invited to dinner...
Romance Subject to Mortgage
Fuck me, I’m trapped. Although, not imprisoned in the traditional sense, I am in...
Mother Mary Comes To Me by Arundhati Roy
‘Born out of the onrush of memories and feelings provoked by her mother Mary’s...
Arts Vomit: The Taylor Wessing Prize
The Taylor Wessing Prize @ The National Portrait Gallery I went to see the...
When Rage Meets Restraint: A Daughter’s Story of Survival
I’ll Never Call Him Dad Again and Lest We Forget by Caroline Darian (translated...
Discovering Medieval Art in Bologna and Ravenna: From Absurd Saints to Glittering Mosaics
Growing up in London, once a year the school would take us to the...
Chapter by Chapter: My Recent Reads
I am finally reading again. If you know me or read this blog (though...
I Love You (But I Hate Your Friends)
There was a time when I said yes to everything. Last-minute club nights, friends...
Things That Haven’t Happened (Yet)
I often think about the fact that I am now 28 and still no...
