Warning : spoiler alert And a disclaimer - I am not someone who believes in gender quotas or remaking classic movies with all female casts. This is just something that annoyed me in a movie I had really been looking forward to. I've seen the new IT movie now. With the same amazing friend I … Continue reading IT Didn’t Just Happen Like That?
Finally get round to this part... I'm a dog nut. I feel about dogs the way some people feel about babies. If there's one in the room I have to pet it, play with it and want one of my own. Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment. The place we live doesn't allow pets. But … Continue reading A Pet Name
My mother has always told me the story of how, when I was born, my godmother took a taxi all the way down from London to Kent and made it wait while she went to see the new arrival. 'Adorable!' was her verdict. Followed by, 'And don't worry, if she doesn't grow into it, she … Continue reading My Father’s Nose
Hygge is part of the Danish way of life. It's untranslatable. The closest you get is "cosy." It's a big trend at the moment, so big that apparently in the UK people are trying to use it to promote soup. Parents of a colleague of mine run a Danish restaurant in London. They were approached … Continue reading Hygge
Back to my point ... What I wish someone had told me when I was a passionate teenager was how to keep the passion alive when the world tried to kill it. Not intentionally, just because the world is not geared towards everyone chasing their dreams. It's geared towards some people doing it, and the rest … Continue reading Slow Suicide in the Grown-Up World Part II
Dark December mornings were made for three things: writing, reading, coffee and candles. Okay, Dark December mornings were made for four things: writing, reading, coffee, candles and cake. Okay five things. Where's Monty Python's Spanish Inquisition when you need them? Here's a post by author Chris Nicholas that got me thinking. We hurt when we bury … Continue reading Slow Suicide in the Grown-Up World
If you can sit in a store window with your hairy legs on display for all the world to see, you can learn a lot about yourself. And stop yourself from teaching your children harmful lessons.