Witterings about lots of things.
I’ve been thinking about the word feminist for a long time. I’ve been thinking about it, but for most of my life, I haven’t been saying it. There were big reasons and small reasons. For the most part, it was to do with my feelings about privacy and the right to be a weird little... Continue Reading →
I was recently led through the rabbit-hole of the internet across a bounty of deliriously happy blogs about raw eating. These people were all off their tits on the immense life-force of raw food. Glowing skin, mental clarity, all kinds of other bonuses included. I was rapt. I clicked my way through more and more... Continue Reading →
If this tale began like a made-for-tv movie drama, pitching in at the start with the grisly moment of horror around which the rest of the story will unfold, then it would have to begin with a close up of me in my flat around 2am, having just stumbled from a Halloween party, eating a... Continue Reading →
There was Burton and Taylor. There was Rocky and Adrian. There was Janice and Chandler. I present to you the real love story in Friends. The one that ran like a shimmering, sleek river of deceit and sexual tension through ten series. She was The One for him. Sure, he settled for Monica, but that... Continue Reading →
I love all the weird idioms which we all say like they’re totally normal. It’s fine to talk about something happening ‘once in a blue moon’. Also fine: ‘feeling blue’, ‘a prize idiot’ (what prize? The possibilities...), ‘swings and roundabouts’, ‘cutting to the chase’. As much fun as it is that we all talk in... Continue Reading →
