It was about twenty years ago that, following one of her traditional Sunday roasts, my darling Granny managed to serve someone’s portion of rhubarb crumble with mayonnaise. It went down in Parnell-Helyer history, and became a kind of family shorthand for an act of foolishness: “it’s all gone a bit mayonnaise-on-the-rhubarb”. Whenever I recall it… Continue reading On politics and anger
There’s a talk by American activist and media pundit Dan Savage about romantic relationships and their “price of admission”. Essentially, the price of admission is the thing(s) you’re willing to put up with to have your partner in your life. It might be a bad habit, an obscure fetish, or a political belief. A friend… Continue reading The price of power
I’ve been trying to write about tomorrow’s election for a couple of weeks now, but I’ve struggled. I read Dave Eggers’ 2013 novel The Circle over the weekend – binged on it, really, and if you haven’t read it, I urge you to – and it made me incredibly conscious of how many opinions we now try… Continue reading Better than this
According to Theresa May’s closing speech at this week’s Conservative Party Conference, “if you’re a citizen of the world, you’re a citizen of nowhere”. She’s not beating around the bush, is she? This is apparently who we are now. After our summer identity crisis, we’ve finally decided what to be. And between the suggestion that… Continue reading What does patriotism feel like?
I have always thought that writing is a lot like code-breaking. Especially when it comes to writing about something meaty and problematic – you have to sit there and stare at the facts, pluck ideas out of thin air and dismiss them; you have to try one angle, then another, until you find the right… Continue reading Who are we, now?
To my immense surprise, Part One of this rather rambling rant went down well, so thank you so much to everyone who liked it, commented, sent me messages and suggested further reading – I really appreciate it, and I can’t tell you how utterly lovely it is when people seem to get properly involved with… Continue reading Live to work/work to live – part two
Disclaimer: I knew this was going to be a weird one – I had a lot of thoughts, and when I got to 1300 words and realised I had at least a third of those thoughts still to hash out, I did the unthinkable and sent DB a draft. He suggested breaking it up, so… Continue reading Live to work or work to live – part one
When under pressure, or placed in a stressful situation, some people get loud. They shout, sigh, huff, bang doors, slam pens and books on their desks. They cry, and spit snarky retorts across rooms. (I’m one of these people.) Other people go quiet. They retreat, tuck themselves and their messy, unravelling feelings away, and go… Continue reading Get loud.