The (uncomfortable) joy of incompetence

The (uncomfortable) joy of incompetence

Last night I went to the pub and learned to knit. I’ve never aspired to making woolly things. I recall some kind of sponsored knit when I was in the Brownies, and being faintly horrified to discover that being ‘sponsored by the inch’ meant by the...
Robert Rauschenberg and burning bridges

Robert Rauschenberg and burning bridges

The arguments in the judging room had been heated, bordering on rancorous. An American to win the prestigious Gran Premio at the 1964 Venice Bienniale, the youngest ever, and – whisper it – a pop artist? With silkscreens? The artist being honoured, Robert...
Already 2018?? But why it’s not a #fail

Already 2018?? But why it’s not a #fail

I had such good intentions! 2018 would start with time to reflect, and write joyfully and positively here each week! So, ahem, here we are at 23 January, already, and I’m writing here for the first time. (Happy new year! I hope you had a joyous season, but if you...
I know this story inside out. But it still made me cry

I know this story inside out. But it still made me cry

Blinking fast, I’m trying to avoid Rosie noticing, even though she’s one of my best friends. So high up in the darkened theatre, I’m pretending I’m not actually wiping tears away. I know Hamlet, inside out. I studied it at school and university, I’ve seen...

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