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 most iconic words to be written since The Lumière brothers started this crazy craze […]
weekend
The Monday Muse. The downfall of the human race.
Oxford. The city that saw me trawling museums as a child and drinking holes as a teenager. It is also home to a reprobate character or two… Five things I learned this weekend. A man (that you do not know) will find no qualms in stealing a sheepskin rug from under your bottom on the rooftop of […]
Crack.
Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration… The Hemingway Day. Crack. The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze. Thank you to The Daily Post for the photo prompt
My Oxford museum home… with dinosaurs.
A life sized cabinet of curiosities… Its heavy air still seizes my nostalgic nose from my very first footstep inside. Its stuffed creatures still monitor me from every corner and kink of the room. My feet must have contributed to the eroded curves of its stone entrance steps. My instinctive untamed child fingerprints will have […]
