To give some context to this post, I practically live in the middle of nowhere. I have no signal indoors (I usually have to resort to leaning out of my bedroom window), I’m usually found wearing two jumpers and a pair of wellies (not Hunters, because I’m poor), and if someone asks me where I’m… Read More Oh! To be in the Country
A particularly relevant post today, as it coincides with the launch of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child; which must have come to your attention, unless you’ve been living under rock without contact with the Guardian/The Stage/any form of mainstream media/humanity. It’s been heralded as the play to attract a younger audience into our theatres… Read More On ‘Yoof’ in Theatres
This blog’s tagline is ‘Books! Theatre! Social Commentary! Sparkles!’, and I’ve just realised that I haven’t done a theatre-related post in yonks. Which is silly, because in the past few months I’ve been theatre trash. But mostly Hamiltrash. I am complete, utter, total musical trash. Rather than being born in the conventional sense, I probably… Read More On Musicals (but mostly Hamilton)
It’s nearing the end of July, and as I’m in a semi-comatose state (it’s the middle of the night, for God’s sake), I’ve decided that I’m going to do a list. Welcome to all the random crap that I’ve loved this past month. And yes, some of it truly is random crap. American Psycho JESUS… Read More July Favourites
The contents of this novel are certainly just as colourful as the front cover. Important, mainly because said cover was one of two reasons why I bought it – the second reason was that it had Zadie Smith’s name on it. I always felt that Smith was one of the authors whose work I should… Read More REVIEW: NW by Zadie Smith
I was nominated by the fabulous flawed_silence for this. Apologies for my awful handwriting… I also plucked the first bloggers I thought of whilst doing my nominations, so sorry if I didn’t include you (or if you don’t want to do it… there’s always that option…). Anyway, here are the rules: 1. Write your name 2. Write… Read More The Handwriting Tag!
An aptly named shop, as my entrance into it signified the end of many things for me. The end of my spending money. The end of my languishing arm muscles, as I foolishly refused a bag, and was forced to leg it down the high street to get to the car. The end of my… Read More Bookshop Review: The End