A recipe that isn't a recipe. It’s the moments we are alone that we truly decide who we are. When my husband went away this week, I found myself living just as quietly as I do when he’s here: I listened to music, I cooked my favourite lazy food, and I went to bed early.... Continue Reading →
Digital Hoarding
Why do I feel compelled to save pictures?
… I kind of really relate to Jordan Peterson, actually?
Jordan Peterson is a cautionary tale for people with Late Romantic proclivities.
Meeting My Younger Self for Coffee
I saw this in Vogue and thought I'd do it myself.
Algorithmic Complacency and Me
Technology Connections named a modern phenomenon; I too am trying to combat it.
Ending A Dormancy
Getting back online... but with caveats that keep the power in MY hands.
What would I say to Mark Gatiss if I met him in the street?
A social contract for meeting celebrities, and a review of relating to somebody's work.
Some Thoughts On The Eras Tour Film
Hi, it's me, a veteran gig-goer, film fan, and card(igan)-carrying Swiftie, here to break down the Eras tour movie and tell you what you want to know. Beware setlist spoilers and biased criticism.
In Defence of Gaylor
Taking stan wars seriously 2k23
The ‘Bright Young Things’ Cinematic Universe
In the novels of Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitford, the same characters crop up over and over again - whether it’s Bridey (the priggish elder brother from Brideshead Revisited) falling for Adam Symes’ faux fashion hacks in Vile Bodies or Linda Radlett being a minor character in Polly Hampton’s book, the British scene of the... Continue Reading →
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