Hello Adult. This past week has been a week of lasts. My last Friday night as a twentysomething, my last Sunday lie-in as a twentysomething, my last painful Monday morning wake-up as a twentysomething…. In case it isn’t slap-you-in-the-face obvious, this week…
The Monday Muse. Choux your buns.
This time four days ago I was being kissed by the sunshine and caressed by silence. Today I am nuzzled by rain drops, sirens, children screaming and adults complaining. Goodbye Spanish campo, hello my old friend London. Having just returned…
The Monday Muse. 3 hours and 58 minutes.
My Sunday was spent grappling with 3 hours and 58 minutes of film history. As the sun was lost to the horizon and the light disappeared from the room, my tenacity was finally greeted with the line I had been waiting for. Eight of…
The Monday Muse. One Day.
One Day. I can’t remember exactly when I first started saying “one day”. I know I was very young. And I know I said it a lot. I also know that I say it as much now as I ever…
The Monday Muse. Embracing the Odd.
Embracing the Odd. I was often told that if I wanted to be a writer I would need to grow a thick skin. My papery epidermis has taken a tear or two over the past couple of years, but…
The Monday Muse. Stuffed Hen.
Stuffed Hen. I have reached the age where weddings and babies are a common occurrence amongst my friends, and so for the second time this year I find myself organising a ‘hen do’. Whilst emailing prospective ‘hens’ my brain started…
The Monday Muse. Skinny Fry.
You will have to excuse my meandering mind again today. As I was laid face down on a surgeon’s table this morning, I couldn’t help but wish I was sat on the riverside bench that the boy and I had…
Monday Muse. I thought this only happened in Fireman Sam.
The burly fire fighters of London Town may be the knights of the city when it comes to burning buildings, but they’re also somewhat of a blessing with regards to the little things in life; that is, the little things…
Monday Muse. I Seem to Have Misplaced My Clothes.
To the left of me a man peeled the last of his clothing from his tough tanned skin and stretched as though he’d been hankering for this freedom his entire life. To my right sat a group of women in…
Monday Muse. The Following Takes Place Between 6:00 P.M and 7.00 P.M
When I was younger I used to be told I had a heart of stone. I would sit in front of a weepy film seemingly unaffected whilst the rest of my family whimpered into their Kleenex. Perhaps this is why…
Monday Muse. Metal Hunks.
Is it a pre requisite when having the bar of a trolley in your grasp that your mind resort to thoughts of propelling it into the river? I wonder if this pile of discarded metal carts are the remorseful remains…
What’s in a kiss?
I lived my teens 160 characters at a time, during the age where text messages had to be short and sweet, and all grammar went for a mini break via the window. Nowadays I am a serial text essayist, I…
