How To Be A “Good Writer” (Based On Eighteen Years Of Trying)

“Do you ever feel like writing… is just too damn hard? Sign up to my £3,000 a month subscription pack and I’ll send leaflets, great advice AND magical little elves that’ll do your work for you to your doorstep! Oh, and you’ll earn BILLIONS OF POUNDS! EVERY DAY! It’s easy!” … Yes, that’s bullshit. I was playing the…

Personal evaluation: theories about why I write constantly

All I do is write. This seems obvious to the naked eye, but my rather clothed eye didn’t see it until I slapped today’s schedule in front of it, which transpired roughly as follows:  4:30 AM wakeup time. Groaned for about 30 minutes. 5 AM. Instead of going back to sleep/reading/playing Tetris ‘til my eyes…

How to look super hot all the time: a totally serious shortlist

It occurs to me that, as a female blogger, I am probably in the very small minority of those who have never given you my beauty advice, or talked about makeup, or hair, or anything beauty-related whatsoever (pretty much). In fact, I just peeked through this blog and 50% of it is rambling about travel/food/film/feminism-related…

Impactful People – #5

This is just a little one. I was on a massively crammed train, going from London to Leeds. It was about two hours late. As a result, about three people’s worth of trains were on one. People had lost their reservations, people were standing in the aisles, people were late, people were pissed. (It was…

Impactful People – #4

I have always known, to an extent, that you don’t need to speak the same language as someone to connect with them. Largely I know this because I am shit at languages, but half of my family is French. I was a very slow learner picking up francais growing up, but I visited my grandparents…

Impactful People – #3

I was very, very small. The cubicle walls were very, very tall. That was the entire issue, really. The contrast of those facts. The difference in-between. Small people never have it easy. Particularly small people who are kids, and pretty weak by proxy. I couldn’t get the lock to open no matter how hard I…

Impactful People – #2

We were in Germany. I think this might have been about seven years ago. I also think it was in August. The practical details elude me.  We were in Berlin. By ‘we’ I mean my mum, dad and brother. It was a little family holiday (and by ‘holiday’ I mean excuse to go abroad and eat…

Impactful People – #1

I was flying back from Japan. It was October. I was coming back on my own. I don’t really mind flying, but I don’t love it, either. However, a determination to visit other countries trumps the somewhat uncomfortable feeling of being miles and miles in the air, in my view. So I deal with it. But I don’t…

I was alone on my birthday and I loved it

I went to Manchester alone on my birthday. Before we go on, I want to clarify something. This is not a sob story. Nor is this a surprise story, where I record the details of my ‘lonely’ state up until a point where suddenly I stumbled into a surprise party waiting for me, or had…

Riding the Megabus: a brief ode

I recently read an article by Angus Harrison on VICE UK about the Megabus – how it became a symbol for our popular culture, how it all began and, simply, why it’s just the worst. It is rare that I find myself connecting with an author so completely – so wholly – as I did…