Meet the parents. 3 small words, a shitload (literally) of anxiety. I'm not talking about his parents. His parents were fine. I jumped in head first by meeting them for the first time in August. By going on holiday with them. For a week. Oh and there was a language barrier. But somehow I didn't… Continue reading Meet. The. Parents.
My blog passed a milestone this week- I hit my first 1000 views. I realised it was in sight a few weeks ago so worked to hit the 1000 mark by my 20th blog post, and I did- woohoo, pass me the spiced rum! Never mind that some of those views will be me double… Continue reading …And Penny will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative blog post
I'm a introvert. This statement has recently been met with snorts of derision and 'err, no you're not!'. Well....yuh huh! It seems that introversion is often conflated with being shy/quiet, something which, in most circumstances, I'm not. I can seem a little withdrawn when I'm around lots of new people, but for the most part,… Continue reading I am what I am, and what I am…is an introvert
I treated myself to a book called 'Lists I don't need to make but I will' the other day, after about an hour of gazing at stationery and journal porn in Paperchase. I love lists, so this book full of random list titles like 'My favourite condiments' and 'My most awkward moments' hit all the… Continue reading If I ruled the world..
When I was about 22, I wrote a list of 30 things I wanted to do before I was 30. Some were big things, involving lots of time and hard work (see 'write a play'), others were small and very achievable (see 'watch It's a Wonderful Life'). My priorities have changed over time, and some… Continue reading Why can’t you stay 29 – hell, you still feel like you’re 22
Ah, Sondheim, you always know exactly what to say. I was assigned the song 'I Read' from Passion in my second year of drama school, and whilst I never quite mastered the rhythms, my word did I fall in love with the lyrics. Fosca sings about how she uses books as escapism from her miserable… Continue reading I read to live, to get away from life
As I type, there is a giant baby Trump flying around Westminster, protesting the President's visit to the UK. There are demonstrations around the country-people are voicing their anger, their fear. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here eating a Pret sandwich and listening to a podcast. I'm berating myself for doing nothing. Why didn't I bunk off… Continue reading It is time for us all to decide who we are