A strange thing has happened to me. Recently, whenever someone asks how I am, I find myself answering 'Yeah, good.......' followed by a slightly uncomfortable pause in which I struggle to find anything of note to update them on. Work's the same. Yep, still with my boyfriend. Yep, it's going well. I'm just...getting on with… Continue reading Am I boring?
The above quote, addressed to the President of the United States by Alice Paul in the 1910s, is written on a pencil I bought at the Statue of Liberty, because stationery is cool but also because I found the quote both empowering and depressingly relevant. This week marks International Women's Day, and whilst it is… Continue reading “How long must women wait to get their liberty? Let us have the rights we deserve.”
Pancake day is fast approaching, which makes me think two things - 1) will I finally perfect the (vegan, obvs) pancake toss? and 2) what shall I give up for lent?
I saw Come From Away last week and I'm still floating on a cloud of musical theatre joy over here. If you aren't familiar with it, Come From Away tells the true story of 38 planes that, amidst the terror of 9/11, found themselves being diverted into Newfoundland, a tiny remote Canadian island with only… Continue reading I am an Islander – on being a musical theatre nerd
Have you ever seen the eyes of your friend glaze over as you realise you're telling them the same anecdote they've heard at least twice before? Or been on a date and had deja-vu as you pull another one of your go-to 'I'm kooky and fun' stories out of the bag? I really hope your… Continue reading That time I sat on a firework: My favourite anecdotes
One of my favourite Halloween costumes of recent years was dressing up as a broomstick. I often forget that there's a really awkward bit before arriving at a fancy dress party alone, where you have to travel on public transport alone dressed like a knob. (Not literally a knob. I was dressed as a broomstick.… Continue reading How a broomstick costume sparked my feminist fury
I seriously need to sort out my finances. My New Year hangover was less 'oh, god, my head' and more 'oh god, my bank balance', and the really frustrating thing is that this situation was entirely avoidable. I am not rich, particularly by London standards, but my salary should be enough for me to get… Continue reading All day long I’d biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy (wo)man