I won’t be talking about whether or not the claims made in the books are true or false; I’m not interested in a discussion of whether this or that God exists, or whether we’re on an endless cycle of reincarnation or simply cark it after a few decades and turn off like extraneous machines. I have my views on that and you will have yours. Rather, I’m interested in accurately portraying what these books contain, regardless of my feelings about them.Read More
I’m not much of a self-helpy type of person. As a student of critical thinking and A.J. Ayer’s verification principle, I don’t like meaningless sentences, and as a steadfast hater of routines I have arrogantly rejected anything approaching discipline in my adult life. Hence why I realised last year that I was really wasn’t writing much and actually wasn’t getting anywhere and didn’t even have a few short stories that didn’t completely suck.Read More
Every time David Cameron says the phrase “7-day NHS”, remember that this isn’t just a harmless piece of rhetoric, nor a frivolous fallacy, nor a mere slap in the face of everyone who works for the health service and mans the battle stations on weekends, evenings, holidays and whenever else they’re needed. It’s all of these things and more.Read More
Last week, I was thrilled to be a part of Panama City’s first bilingual storytelling event, CuentaCuentos. Modelled on live storytelling nights like the Moth, this event featured true stories told live by writers, performers, and in fact anyone who wanted to stand behind a mic in front of a room full of strangers and open up to them. Who would do such a thing? Well, me.Read More
I’m not usually one for outpourings of collective grief on social media. It usually feels cold, impersonal and insincere, as if the writer simply feels the need to throw their voice into the ring for fear of coming across as unfeeling or being forgotten altogether.
The unexpected death of David Bowie yesterday provoked an avalanche of social media mourning the likes of which I’d never seen before. We couldn’t help ourselves. It was endless.Read More
I have never been very good at finishing things. I’m a serial project starter and tend to get very enthusiastic about new things; less so the continual slog of getting to the end of anything at all (apart from any one of my ill-planned cooking projects, but that’s because they all end in eating). At the start of 2015, I decided that this inability to complete things was getting out of hand and standing in the way of my personal, social and career development (it was). So I set myself a reading goal.Read More
Many writers struggle to even get into their creative place; that little vacuum of space and time where nothing seems to exist apart from your head and your keyboard and the words just flow out of you like vomit from a particularly sick catRead More
I don’t live in London. I work from home. I am not a Tube driver, nor do I know any. I don’t work for Uber, drive a black cab, or have a business that is in any way affected by people not being able to cross London today. You might say that I have absolutely no horse in the race when it comes to the current Tube strikes.
But I do. We all do.Read More
It’s an absolute travesty that this book took almost a decade to get published, and the very fact raises some uncomfortable questions: Is contemporary British literature so staid that a work of striking contrast isn’t worth taking a risk on? Are subversive female writers destined to be shunned while their male counterparts are embraced?Read More