The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

When I was young Carrie Fisher wasn’t cool. To my pre-teen mind, she was interchangeable and unrecognisable from Margo Kidder. This is pre-feminist Alice, pre any understanding of mental health Alice. And this Alice was scared (of everything, but that’s another story for another time). In reality, all Carrie Fisher did “wrong” was be different, outspoken and intelligent. She wasn’t a woman I was told by society to be; one of the boys, amenable, appreciative ………

I’m obsessed with the perfect playlist

I predominantly obsess over songs, listening over and over again until I am completely sick of them. Music is an escape for my imagination, and it likes to tell the same story until a new narrative is needed. Yet, there are some artists and songs that escape the listen-until-I-hate and they get moved into different places ready for when I need them. When I need to concentrate at work, it’s early Classical or electronic instrumentals, when ………

My Favourite Podcasts [culture, clothes, politics, music & murder]

I fall in and out of podcast binges, being away from the gym for a few months I’m not as up to date as I once was. They, like reading, hold my attention in a way images don’t (colour, lights, movement, distraction) I think my head prefers to dictate what things look like rather than a screen making it easy. The following podcasts are my favourites, the ones that don’t drop off the list but ………

Literary Life: January in Review

Since my book-binge, at the end of December, I’ve found a desire to read return or at least balance with the need to switch off my mind. I’ve finished the last of Sarah Moss’ fiction I had left to read (and now I’m mildly bereft) and the Emily Next series by L. M. Montgomery (which I adored). I got two extra ear piercings in my left ear lobe, bring the count to 8 ear piercings now. ………