Oxford Road: The Musical

Aha, Mr Jobs: methinks I have found a crucial flaw in the design of your mighty iPod. Walking with it is well-nigh impossible. Why didn’t that come up at any of your market research review meetings, eh? At first, all seems straightforward. It is one of the rare occasions that I’ve had to forego use … Continue reading Oxford Road: The Musical

Oh, Zuckerberg. Where Did It All Go Wrong?

I think I might actually be nearing the end of my rag with Facebook. I’ve stuck with the world-conquering super-network since its early, grimy days as a university-only messaging service, where the novelty of gawking at other people’s drunken photographs and thinking up ‘Rachel is’ statements was all thrilling and edgy. It was like MySpace, … Continue reading Oh, Zuckerberg. Where Did It All Go Wrong?

When You Go There, They Have To Take You In

My younger brothers are here. They’re downstairs, right now, in that comatose, sweaty state they call sleeping. And they smell and seem too big and ungainly and make lots of noise and have an immense amount of hair, but still: I feel more myself with them in the house. Or rather, I reconnect with a … Continue reading When You Go There, They Have To Take You In

I Shall Wear Purple

However much I might get teased at work for being a sprightly 24, it is an inexorable fact of life that old age will come for me too, one day. Extreme oldness is a curious state to imagine oneself in – is it worth the joint-ache if you get a sparkly walking stick (or better: … Continue reading I Shall Wear Purple

Lyrical, Unexpected Balm in Gilead

I wish I could do justice to the book I just read, Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead. The first time I read it, I threw it aside after about twenty pages: I was in India at the time, and needed something plot-driven to pull me in and away from my hotel room. When evaluated in terms of … Continue reading Lyrical, Unexpected Balm in Gilead

Play That Funky Music

‘So’, I ask three-year-old Hannah Pearson over barbequed marshmallows in the garden, ‘What’s your favourite dance move?’ I have no particular reason to ask this, except that I saw her dancing while she was supposed to be eating fish fingers earlier, and generally with Hannah the more random the question, the more entertaining the answer. … Continue reading Play That Funky Music

The Family That Sprays Together, Stays Together (And Smells of Flash Bathroom, Which is an Added Bonus)

Some interesting news: this week I lost my house husband. Boo. On Monday Timothy started his new industrial placement year at IBM, with two days of training in lovely Portsmouth. This is the beginning of a strange new phase in our lives: though we gain a second wage, I lose my back-patting status as Sole … Continue reading The Family That Sprays Together, Stays Together (And Smells of Flash Bathroom, Which is an Added Bonus)

Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Four

Nearly there! On day four of my Week of Determined Extra Movement I attended the gym after work for the first time. The atmosphere is strangely different – almost empty, at the time I went, and flooded with late afternoon sunshine in a way that makes you feel contented and lazy and not in the … Continue reading Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Four

Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Three

Ok, I confess: day three of my Week of Determined Extra Movement was a bit of a cop-out. I arrived with gym bag in hand, planning to hit the cycle machine with moderate determination, but after spending the morning in a Straight-Jacket of Ache, and struggling through a 500-page revised issue about satellites with a … Continue reading Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Three

Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Two

Day two of my Week of Determined Extra Movement has passed, and the good news is that I’m no longer a puddle of flesh. I’m a tight hard knot of despairing pain, which may be a marginal improvement but doesn’t feel like one. Yesterday I attended Body Pump for the first time – an utterly … Continue reading Week of Determined Extra Movement: Day Two