February 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
It’s just that this is as good a place as any, non?
Nobody likes going home alone.
It’s a fact: there’s not a soul alive who trudges home to an empty nest with lightness in their heart.
If I may be honest – and I’m nothing if not honest – some solitary nights I’d rather die than face that cold, dark house with its blank windows and ringing silence.
There’s an epidemic of it – loneliness I mean.
We’re all together, all the time: alone.
How comforting, to reach out and touch the face of a dear friend, and feel the cold glass that separates us all from reality.
January 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
1. I can roll perfect cigarettes. Backwards. She’s spent HOURS trying to get the hang of it and failed.
2. I have more pairs of shoes than she could feasibly count without an hour to spare, a ladder and some kind of spreadsheet.
3. I don’t live with my parents. In fact I live with a BOY. And he’s a DRUMMER. IN THAT BAND SHE LIKES.
4. I earn rather a lot more than £6 an hour, which is essentially the pinnacle of financial splendour to her.
5. I have tattoos and piercings. She’s a bit confused as to why I don’t have more because Mam says she can destroy her body however she pleases as soon as she’s left home.
6. I can go clubbing without worrying about not getting in. The fact that I’ve been clubbing on average 0.4 times a year since I was 18 is most frustrating to her though.
7. I have a ‘skin care regime’. Admittedly this only started a week ago and until recently I passed out in my make-up most nights – but still. 14-year-old me does question the necessity of this change though. She’s going to have no-maintenance porcelain skin forever, right?
8. I have great hair now. It may be damaged beyond belief compared to her adorable shiny locks but it’s the long trashy mess she always wanted.
9. I have enough money to suddenly decide I want to fly to Paris this weekend. I won’t, but she’s pretty excited that I COULD.
10. I get paid to write words. That’s the one she just can’t quite believe.
May 9, 2013 § Leave a comment
Last weekend I did something that I haven’t done in years. I’d spent the day being briefed for a project I’m now working on and rushing about the place to get to Reading to bid farewell to my two closest work colleagues (sob). I got home and found one of my best friends and his girlfriend walking up my path carrying cider and knew it was going to be a good night.
The thing I did that I hadn’t done? Going up to the Gibbet (a famous Surrey hill where criminals used to be hanged), lighting a fire and settling down to some good ol’ craziness with Red Hot Chilli Peppers, rugs, stars and dancing shadows. It healed me and completely eradicated the stress of the day, leaving me hungover but unhindered in my mammoth task of the bank holiday weekend: more copy than you can shake a stick at.
It’s getting quite mental round here. I have so much work which is GREAT but boy is it challenging! Here’s one of my favourite recent articles about web design and conversion rate, go read it please.
Quite proud of that one.
Ta ta. x