A ghost of you sits at my table And drums it’s fingers expectantly. A glance of you in the chair Where Your body once warmed the seat. An echo of a laugh In the garden now so bare Despite all the floral trimmings. How gelatinously time seems to stick Slick to our fingertips, Though we…Read More
All you little fuckers Who are rushing out to play When the old and sick are dying And at home beg you to stay. While our NHS is breaking And our parents pass away Won’t you little fuckers wish You’d stayed home and just got laid? And in a year or two from now When…Read More
In black and white, we saw the world
around us in flames, lives going out
like candles in a sandstorm,
across acrid deserts with claws outstretched –Read More
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
– A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare
Three little rabbits leaping sleek
And fast by the underpass, warm
bodied and fur slicked back still wet
From mother’s tongue. My sweet
babies, she thinks and blinksRead More
There is just something about this glorious Autumn weather that makes me want to don a Fair Isle sweater and go stomping off into the forest, all on my own. I want to crunch and kick my way through mountains of scarlet leaves and tilt my face to the golden sun as it trickles down through the canopy of oaks and beeches. I want to smell wood smoke on the wind, and let it take me down sweet winding paths of nostalgia, the echos of my childhood self laughing ahead of me as we go.Read More
Can you hear me, Josephine?
Or does my voice dissolve into the gloaming,
A sad echo against the blackening trees. Remember,
It was you who asked me to come. Deep in the dark.Read More
‘The girl with red hair,’ he said to his love,
And she smiled, though her eyes grew cold.
‘She was the one, oh she was so much fun,
How cruel that she never grew old.’Read More
It is a strange sweetness, feeling that you are anchored to different parts of the world. Those ghosts of your younger self ever walking the streets of your memories, their footsteps echoing deep inside your heart.Read More
On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, my father presented me with a magnificent bird, whose plumage would shame a sapphire. He knew that I had always adored birds, and had yearned for one of my very own. Enraptured, I opened the door to his golden cage and gently took him out. His sharp little…Read More
“You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
A sip, you say? A sip? A sip?
For breaking up with that old shit,
Who never let you go around,
Feeling youthful in the town?Read More
So how can you be charming, unique, memorable and moving? How can you get your beloved bride weeping happily and laughing into her monogrammed napkin, while the guests roar with approval and the groom faints with bliss? How can you write the perfect Maid of Honour speech? It’s not an easy task, but don’t worry; I have the answer.Read More
“No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.”
– Oscar Wilde
The short story is believed by many to portend the sinking of the Titanic nearly thirty years later, and it is easy to see why. Written to highlight the dangers of a ship with insufficient lifeboats, there are a number of parallels to the real disaster.Read More
You’re a fool if you thought I would wait.
It’s the last time I’ll let you be late.
I’ve licked the gin from my lips,
Brushed my skirt down my hips,
And now you will see how I hate.Read More
The first recorded occurrences of guising, or Trick or Treating in today’s terms, took place in Scotland in the 16th century, later spreading to the rest of Britain. In true Scottish fashion, if food and treats were refused the costumed youths who roamed door to door, with poetry on their lips and mischief on their minds, they would run the risk of a serious pranking. The iconic image of the carved pumpkin can also be traced back to Scotland in the 19th century, where revellers in fancy dress carried hollowed out turnips, and recited riddles and songs for nuts and fruit.Read More
“Creativity is intelligence having fun.”
– Albert Einstein
I have always absolutely adored French actresses. The way they slink like beautiful cats on screen, a ferocity and sensuality in their glance. Delicious. Perhaps because they posses a slender grace and an elegance that are so far removed from my own rosy cheeked milkmaid aesthetic.
Here are some of my all time favourite French Starlets, and the films where I first fell in love with them.Read More
It takes a certain type of personality to not only enjoy, but to cope with so many new places, and often without initially speaking the language. You need to be adventurous, yes, but you also need to have a thick skin and an innate ability to adapt. Plonking yourself down somewhere brand new takes an awful lot of effort, and there are many things to be tackled. New job, new house, new friends, new language, new local bar, new arthouse cinema, and lots and lots of paperwork. It can be tough, but if you put the effort in, it can also be one of the most rewarding and exciting ways to live.Read More