I had planned to write something earlier, but the piles of gifts and flowers were too much and I was trapped in my room without a laptop charger. Having successfully shooed the countless suitors from my door and filed several restraining orders I have finally settled down to share my thoughts on this special day. Let's be… Continue reading I’m going to try not to swear in this post
This week I've been mostly in solitary confinement because I had a severe allergic reaction to vitamin B — who knew, right?— and, having been informed that I looked "medieval" (thanks dad), I decided to cloister myself away and wait for it to pass. It's been a productive week, and it got me thinking about… Continue reading On being allergic to vitamin B, and other things I’ve learnt this week
It's a drizzly day in London when I go to see the Rauschenberg exhibition, which only makes it more surreal when I walk through the door and see Monogram (1955-59), a taxidermied Angora goat standing on a collage, in the middle of the room. The Combines form the first section of the exhibition, and are an affronting, energetic introduction… Continue reading Robert Rauschenberg at the Tate Modern
More and more people can't afford to move into their own places after university, and this can feel like moving onwards is impossible. After years of hard work and fumbling through early adulthood (housemates, relationships, ENERGY BILLS, borderline alcoholism, being offered 20p in Aldi by a homeless person because you can't afford your bi-weekly shop… Continue reading On moving home at 23, and what I’ve learnt about ‘self care’.
This was the first creative piece I wrote on my MA at Sussex, and it received a *mixed* response. It occurred to me a while back that I probably owe you an explanation as to why I stayed behind. In the beginning it was all I could do to look out of the window and… Continue reading April
Letters for Rent 