Consciously Naive; ‘I Capture the Castle’ by Dodi Smith [1948]

There are moments when you connect to a character so completely you are unsure where they end and you begin; their lives intertwine with yours like a merging strand of DNA. We may not have had a lot of money growing up, we never went abroad, but we always did something interesting – times never felt tough. We certainly weren’t poor, holidays were travels to beachy Cornwall or trips to castles, old houses and museums. ………

Poetry: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

I came to this poem, rather unconventionally, via an episode of Elementary; a surprisingly wonderful show, mainly because of the omghessogoergous, Jonny Lee Miller. Watson gives Sherlock a framed copy of the last verse to commemorate his first year sober. The fine details of the episode escape me, it was not one of the better ones, however, the verse made me cry. I forgot about drugs, and my mind skipped to suicide; I am not ………

Brighton Festival: Volunteering Days 3, 4 & 5 – Tracy Chevalier, Alan Rusbridger, Irving Finkel and Building on What We Have

Part of the beauty of volunteering for a festival in Brighton is being allowed into – behind the scenes of – some of Brighton’s best buildings. The Theatre Royal, built in 1808, is one of the oldest theatres in the country; two events I assisted with were held here. This is what it looks like from the stage:

Such Fun!: ‘Is it Just Me? by Miranda Hart [2012]

I have had an epiphany; well, a realisation; well, a thought – my film taste is the total opposite to my literary. On a small and effortless quest during one massive bout of procrastination, I began listing my favourite films – anything not Tarantino or Ghibli was either a musical or teen’s dream; Meet me in St Louis, Thoroughly Modern Millie, My Fair Lady, The Holiday, 27 Dresses, 10 Things I Hate About you, Pitch ………