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.
The literary world has been in uproar – at least, the little corner of it that I monitor – concerning the controversial decision to at first remove, and then only allow reading with parental permission, To Kill a Mockingbird from a Mississippi school curriculum. Nice one, America! Great choices being made this year! I’m a lover of To… Read More Silencing the Mockingbird?
17 days since my last post. Big number! Big number! Two big! During that time, I’ve written a first draft of a play *drops mic*, survived on coffee and instant noodles, and only read one book. I should have been writing essays, learning Spanish, and reading books relevant to my A-Levels, but it’s okay because… Read More 17 Days (but also angry)
Contrary to what my Handwriting Tag post suggests, I have atrocious handwriting. If, God forbid, I’m forced to write and think at the same time, it looks like I’ve dumped a can of Heinz spaghetti onto the page, hoping to Christ that someone else will be able to decipher it. Normally, that’s not a problem.… Read More On Poor Handwriting
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
I’ve been harbouring my dinosaur obsession for a while now – by harbouring, I mean refraining from buying any more books, models or generic bits of tat. That is, until I splashed out on a dinosaur duvet cover set, which despite its little facts about the dinosaurs illustrated (who could resist, to be honest?), caused… Read More On Dinosaurs Being ‘For Boys’