Where do I even begin in describing the various vitality that all the talent I've encountered this week exuded and induced?...
This week pushed me to the edges of my ability to cope. Luckily I took someone's hand and ended up seeing another story.
Before I hit this notebook's anniversary, I need to raise a glass to a different but not entirely unrelated first birthday.
The New Yorker in the bath, writing gloves, Greg Proops and all the things that do and will have one particular thing in common.
The fear of using the word feminist in the excerpt because people will not want to read it. That is why I am a feminist.
A month in a montage. In other words, a visual tour of some sights I found to be worth seeing.
This weekend I attended the terribly hip and oh-so trendy London Coffee Festival. And it was absolutely bloody brilliant.