Lucrative dreams

I've been on a little downer recently, as a result of which I indulged in watching Twilight on DVD. There is nothing quite as escapist as the idea of superhuman strength, speed and immortality - like feeling seventeen again. When it finished, I somewhat jealously googled Stephenie Meyer , the author of the books. Her... Continue Reading →

Yesterday in Paperchase

I spend a tiny bit too much time in Shepherd's Bush at weekends. Westfield is my second home, to the extent that I know the location of pretty much every single one of the 300 shops in it - I've never not known the answer when asked for directions. Yesterday, I actually wanted to buy... Continue Reading →

The attraction of David Cornwell

I went to see the recently released film of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy with Gary Oldman, and while he was perfect, Colin Firth was very disappointing. For me Bill Haydon was always Julian Sands or Ralph Fiennes. Colin Firth is too heavy set, and even though he is described as "jolly" in the book, Firth... Continue Reading →

My new job: wedding chaperone

I do love weddings, and this year seems to have had a particularly plentiful supply. This weekend's specimen was a little unusual, since I had never met the bride or the groom. A recently single friend asked me to accompany her in her ex boyfriend's place. She spent the entire time saying "This is Freya,... Continue Reading →

The fear of change

As ever, when anything changes in my life, I descend into introspection. For no particular reason, I start to find my gilded existence tragic, and turn into a  navel-gazing drama queen, nervously necking champagne at a wedding and sloping off home in tears because they’re playing Oasis and I have just drunkenly stepped on my own... Continue Reading →

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