An apology.

There isn’t going to be a Friday likes today. Early this morning I lost a very dear family member, who has been struggling with cancer for about a year now. She was in a lot of pain, and I am glad it’s finally over for her; her illness was the kind of indignity that it […]

book clubbing:American Pastoral (1998)

I spent countless hours in bookshops. I love independent bookshops like the London Review where everything is carefully selected and the staff will help you find something totally to your taste, but my favourite bookshops are probably secondhand bookshops, stacked high with all sorts. You feel like you’ve done something satisfactory when you come home […]

friday likes 15/3/13

Woah! It’s Friday again, as if! This week has been action packed to say the least. Spending heaps of time at work while Neil was a) in Lisbon, b) struck with man flu, and c) off to Copenhagen. Which is it’s own kind of fun because it means I rule the roost and that’s it’s […]

iconography:Thea Fenchel

“As for Thea, sometimes she looked more barbarous than they did in spite of the civilized lipstick and conventional shape of the jodhpurs she wore.”   Okay so it has taken me quite some time to get my act together and talk about my third and final Augie March love, Thea Fenchel. but that’s because she’s […]

Lichtenstein: A Retrospective, Tate Modern

I went to two different secondary schools over the course of my GCSE, one single sex private, and one single sex comprehensive. I started off at the private, and I can still remember the rigidity of the curriculum, and the previously dormant streak of petulant rebellion it bought out in me. It came out most thoroughly […]