“Here, have a poem” a friend once messaged me. A link followed. It was Neil Hilborn’s now-famous performance of his poem ‘OCD’. It seems unimaginable, now, that until that moment I hadn’t known how to access poetry. Hadn’t known I wanted to, beyond a gnawing in my stomach I never took much notice of. Beyond […]
I’m leaning out of the window of a bus which is hurtling much too fast down a very narrow, very bumpy mountain road. Directly below me, the land drops abruptly away, the bottom of the mountain swallowed by a darkness so heavy I can feel it. The wind whips at my hair, and the silhouetted […]
I wanted to go home, home-home, England-home, Queen’s English and hot tea and rude strangers home. I wanted to float out across the horizon, to tread the invisible line between surging coal-dark sea and soaring coal-dark sky.
I am going home in nine days. There are nine days left before this five-month-long adventure comes to an end. Nine days left of hostel-hopping, mountain-climbing, and beach-bumming. Nine days left before I have to contend with that most terrifying of words: stillness. I will arrive back in England to rain, Christmas time, and the […]
From Brave New World to The Hunger Games, dystopian literature is supposed to provide an entertaining escape from the real world. A warning, perhaps, but also a light reminder that things could always be worse. After today, and many of the unbelievable events of the past year or so, however, dystopian literature is no longer […]
When I landed in Rio almost two months ago, staring into the void of an ‘indefinite trip’, I began to listen to Lynard Skynyrd’s ‘Free Bird’ obsessively. I had not been ready to leave England, either emotionally or practically. Due to a combination of unfortunate, unexpected circumstances and my natural talent for disorganisation, my ‘preparation’ […]
Arts students everywhere died and went to heaven when the stunning new trailer forLoving Vincent was released this week. Told entirely through oil paintings – 12 per second, to be exact – the biopic of the life of Vincent Van Gogh is set to make cinematic history as the first fully painted feature film ever […]
‘Somehow, this has become routine,’ Barack Obama said wearily of the Oregon school shooting in October. ‘The reporting is routine. My response here at this podium ends up becoming routine… We have become numb to this.’ The President of the United States was reduced to reacting to gun violence with exhaustion where once there was […]
British people are not taking full advantage of the glorious range of biscuit choices out there. Beyond pitying the nation’s taste buds, this is a worrying example of just how far conformity stretches here. Before shutting your laptops and dismissing this as the ravings of a cookie-craving lunatic, ask yourself where the logic lies in choosing a biscuit which both resembles and tastes like cardboard over a chocolate-coated, caramel-filled, or pink-coloured treat?