All the things I do instead of writing…
Since I got married on Saturday, I suppose this blog has changed a little. It used to be about questions of life and death, and peripatetic pleasures along the way. Having ticked all the conventional life boxes (mortgage, kids, marriage), I feel a bit silly waxing lyrical about politics, philosophy or art. Surely someone so... Continue Reading →
I recently got engaged, and am very much looking forward to marrying the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Thetrouble is that the wedding part seems to be fraught with a weight of other people's expectations; I have always thought that while the marriage is for the couple, the wedding... Continue Reading →
Monday morning after a holiday is never the best, and even worse in damp London fog. I walked into my first meeting of the day in Canary Wharf at 8 am, and the usual chit-chat ensued. Morning Freya. Lovely weather we're having. So, how was your holiday? Show us your left hand then!" It's a... Continue Reading →
The ballerina Marianela Nunez was in Trevor Sorbie this morning, having her nails done. First, I saw a bright pink trainer walk past me; it barely seemed to touch the ground, moving along on springs, rather like people do in Nike ads. The way she walked, and her absolutely emaciated frame, made it very obvious she... Continue Reading →
There has been a lot of conversation in the press recently about sperm donors. First, there was the story about the designer sperm clinic that allows women to select from a list of donor's personal characteristics. I have to say I found the idea of this quite entertaining. There was another article (also in The... Continue Reading →
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 →
I've not seen any of Terrence Malick's other films, but am told they are very good. I'm a tiny bit wary of auteur cinema, even if there are plenty of examples of so-called highbrow films which impressed me - Dogville, Solaris, The Royal Tenenbaums (although I'm not sure anything with Owen Wilson counts), The Seventh... Continue Reading →
This whole Royal Wedding/ May Day bank holiday weekend has been quite strange. I enjoyed watching the wedding on Friday much more than I thought I would, and somewhat embarrassingly found it quite touching, particularly the Queen's somewhat melancholy facial expressions. On Saturday I bought a car. Spending quite so much money on a "thing"... Continue Reading →
I have for so long imagined little scenes in my life as they might have turned out, but as they never do for anyone, because everyone is reticent and risk averse - unless of course they're completely wasted and staggering around Covent Garden in London so drunk that they walk into a glass door at full pelt... Continue Reading →
I've been reading through yet another random set of "tips" about leaving comments, and I'm increasingly unsure why anyone would take it that seriously - one person commented: "Ok, so we’re all scared to comment I will admit I have been guilty to leaving random comments and now can really work on leaving pertinent information... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 