W.H. Auden is great for heartbreak. Pathetic, I know – I am too acutely aware of my own cynicism, my own failures. I should have listened to the Love Through the Ages AQA poetry anthology more. True love doesn’t exist, but boys who really know how to fuck up do. And that’s enough insight into my personal life, because I’m… Read More crying? W.H. Auden.
That was one hell of a year. I read more than 17 books this year, but these 17 life lessons (learnt at the tender age of 17, dancing queen) were difficult to scrimp together. I’m not a reflective person, on the whole; whenever something bad happens, I think ‘oh fuck’, don’t bother to evaluate my… Read More 17 Lessons, 17 Books: Farewell to 2017
I love receiving parcels in the post. You know in Mr Bean’s Christmas when he sends Christmas cards to himself? It has the same effect as that. No-one else buys things for me, so when I hear parcels being dumped at the top of our drive and legging it there before it rains the postman knocking at… Read More Dream Loot Crate: Vaguely Literary
Most of you probably think that I’m a recluse who lives surrounded by books and only ventures out for the occasional art gallery exhibition and theatre production, and in that sense, you’re very right. But I’m a person! I’m alive! I go to school! I have friends! Genuinely! You also probably don’t know that I… Read More Magazine