This cupcake phenomenon is getting way out of hand. Not so long ago, we had fairy cakes and bake sales, sure, but a cake was a cake and the cake was great. Carrot cake, Victoria Sponge, polenta cake, lemon drizzle, even chocolate cake if you like that sort of thing. But all of a sudden, cupcakes are IN. Girls can not stop going on about them. I see numerous...
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An inexhaustible list of things that annoy me
I’m not sure if it’s that I am really peculiarly prone to disliking things, or that maybe other people just hide their general displeasure with the world better. Possibly it is some innate vanity which so easily stirs the rage within me; that I have the best taste - since it is my own- and therefore something differing from that is inherently wrong and bad. I have quite a strong moral...
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past– The Great Gatsby
With the lengthening of days and warming of temperatures, sound seems to mutate from the dull and tinny silence of winter into a presence that encapsulates the very essence of summer. I have often wondered whether the heat itself does somehow work to compress and expand summer noises, so that the murmurings of this nostalgic season become fuller and more apparent; swollen with the thick, hot,...
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omg soooo lush
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Jat Jat is one of my bezzies, and is about to be a big star. So if you don’t know, get to know! She is beautiful and has a great voice, so listen to her song ‘Walk’!
Does rightmove make me a pervert?
I am utterly obsessed with rightmove.co.uk. I’m not really looking to buy a new house, or even to rent one in the near future. In fact, I’m pretty happy where I am. So why do I continually stay up until 3am endlessly scrolling through pages of properties? Why exactly do I want to know what sort of house I could buy that has...
Bullshit on the bus
On a windswept shore, unsheltered by the rocky outlook that straddles its limits, stands a figure unnamed and unnamable. All zest and vigour inside once, this shell is blank and bitter. Only here can a moment become continual; endless oblivion, silent sanctuary, undisturbed. The salt air traverses stones like dry ice and whips at this figure’s feet, the grey-blue day is dusk or noon - we...
Who Will Comfort Toffle?
A friend of mine gave me this book to read last night. We have a shared appreciation of children’s books, and although I know the Moomin Valley and its creator Tove Jansson, I had never actually read this (probably most famous) edition. Safe to say, it was brilliant. Ethereal, beautiful, awe-inspiring in its absolute creativity. But more than that, there...
A quick review of probably my favourite...
I have been to Tayyabs approximately 25 times. Well, in reality I haven’t counted, but it’s safe to say that I have been many, many times, sometimes twice in one week. It’s old news now I’m sure, having won countless accolades and reviews by every critic and food blogger imaginable, but I love Tayyabs. I don’t even really like curries that much, but I love Tayyabs. It’s not just the...
For a long time now I have felt that maybe I should just pack it all in and become a butcher. That way, I could do something a bit manly (I’ve always liked a bit of that), eat a lot of meat, and also live partly in the past. Evidently time travel has not yet been accomplished, and until that fateful day has come, those of us who like to stare into the...
Oh broken bough and comely wench What do you seem to represent? Of paradise past and forgotten strife You symbolise a longed-for life Now city work and sun-less days Paint beauty on your deepest shades But what is here and now was then Just shrouded in memoriam
Pheasants in a lane
So lovely. A group of three, going about their lives, somewhere familiar to them. I wonder where they sleep? They don’t realise that we are here and they are there, and then we are gone, and they are left, untouched, undisturbed, just trotting along. It could be now or a hundred years ago and the scene would be the same, although this time it is me that saw it and not another. It was those...
I’m going to do some writing soon. It will be interesting and you will like it.