Twenty five years ago I wasn’t alive. Nevertheless, Twin Peaks became a part of me, travelling through skin and flesh, right into the womb. As I struggled against the sticky mess of my mother’s belly I could hear it, that song, whistling through the wind. I could hear it, and I would remember it, for one day, I knew, it would return with a vengeance.Read more "Twin Peaks: The Return (parts one and two)"
I watched Total Recall on channel four, where it was interrupted midway through by an awkward newscast that lasted half an hour. Apart from reminding me of why I hate watching things on TV rather than streaming them, it gave me time to reflect. What I realised, as that man wittered away about the state of the world, about the rounding up of Ozie’s, about the arrival of the Watcher Clan, was that the reason I was enjoying Total Recall so strongly was for the same reasons I adore much of YA literature.Read more "Total Recall and YA Literature"
She had arrived, the rainclouds a herald to her coming. Dolphin Woman regarded me from the doorway, a sweet smile playing tentatively on her lips. “Hey” I said, as she approached. My voice grew weak beneath her gaze. “Nice day, eh?”Read more "Dolphin Woman"
I’ve been through a breakup recently, and it’s tough. I think I’ve finally worked out how I’m going to cope, though, so I have some advice for other people who might be in a similar situation. Here are my top five ways to get over a breakup.Read more "Top Five Ways to Get Over a Breakup"
The Harry Potter books are, of course, amazing. When I think about being a kid I think about devouring the tales of Hogwarts, about going to the cinema to see the latest film dressed as wizards, about being so effected by the book as a young child that I was utterly terrified of some poor performers dressed up in death eater costumes during a school visit to Warner Bros Studios. When I was fifteen.Read more "Harry Potter, as read by Stephen Fry"
I headed away from the customers, listening to the incessant buzz of questions and orders and laughing and groaning. So much noise. One sound cut through it all. The radio, and its three looping songs, had taken a break from repetitive auto-tune to give a little insight into the American election. Donald Trump, it said, was the new president.
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When sleeping on the wrong side of the bed isn’t quite enough, and you still feel like a despair mole (a rare species that bury themselves beneath the physical manifestation of sadness rather than dirt), don’t fret! Here’s another top tip for digging your way towards the surface!Read more "Sleeping Downstairs"