You’ve Got Something on Your Bum, Love.
Last week I risked the vertiginous, headachy maelstrom of sequin and polyester that is Primark. Oh, how I loathe that place. The shop that staunchly eschews tidiness and teaches its staff that rehanging discarded dresses is an exercise in futility. As is disentangling the massive knot of infinity that was once the necklace section. The … Continue reading
Running On Empty (and Down the Rabbit Hole)
I have, fleetingly or doggedly, been many things. Smoker. Student. Gymnast. Covered in piercings. Depressive. Till bunny. Bedroom wall consuming Take That fan. Unremittingly unlucky. Most of these would gradually chip away, varnish-like, remaining only in the remember-when. Formative years are marked by these shifting tendencies, these in-hindsight-wincing proclivities, that ultimately serve no purpose but to remind … Continue reading
The Space Between
A man sits in a cluttered room. Tasks of infinite consequence lie, shimmering, before him. With a few clicks and drags he creates work of unparalleled importance, work that bristles and crackles with the shock of the new*. This man has toiled and striven relentlessly to bring to the world truth, justice and a photoshopped … Continue reading
The Hunger Artist
***Disclaimer: This post is short on statistics and features virtually no referencing. If you would like citations or to be pointed in the direction of studies I will be happy to oblige*** When you’re in deep, so deeply entrenched in the recesses of an eating disorder that you believe the lie, you cannot conceive of … Continue reading
Lady Grey
I am about to make a courageous statement. I am about to disclose something that might possibly change your opinion of me, or at least divert you away from apathy and towards something approaching mild pity. I am 31 years old. I have had grey hair since I was 17. I dye it. It looks … Continue reading
The Missing Five Ounces 