All the things I do instead of writing…
I have a love hate relationship with greetings cards of all varieties. There's nothing better than getting an unexpected birthday card in the post, but there's also nothing more irritating than having a random Christmas card from a colleague you barely know dumped on your desk on the 15th December every year. Even for those... Continue Reading →
In November, I read an article in the Times written by Walter James, who turned 100 last year. It was entitled, "I remember love, just not how it feels". It was a beautifully written and poignant article, about both the practical hazards of a frail body, and the decline of sensibility that old age brings with... Continue Reading →
2012 was the year that everything happened at once, both in London and in my life. It's not really a topic that I imagine anyone would be terribly interested in; the narrative of London's marvellous summer of sport and all things royal has been covered to death on every slow news day from here to... Continue Reading →
After I wrote about how death is part of life, I came across an article about the decline of creativity in the advertising industry. Its writer was clearly extremely talented, both in his job as art director, and in his writing (although the punctuation was a little slapdash). Turns out most of his blog was... Continue Reading →
I recently read an article by the leader of the green party, lamenting the death of her mother in a car crash some years previously, and calling for all built up areas to have a 20 mph speed limit. While it's tragic that she lost her mother, it's somehow disappointing that people only campaign for... Continue Reading →
Hello this is a test page to test whether this computer works because my lovely twin sister claims it doesn't.I am sitting at home with my boyfriend who is a bit pissed. And is offering me saffron gin.Hopefully later on he will be less pissed and will agree to watch Walk the Line with me. I'm not... 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 →
When I picked up the Spiegel on my way back from Berlin, the title story was about the increasing popularity of "extreme sports". Apparently, mountain biking, climbing, surfing and base jumping all come into this category; although personally I'd put base jumping into the "unusual suicides" category. The article was about the way that people... Continue Reading →
The weekend climbing the Arete des Cosmiques from 14 th September to 17th September was everything I expected, while also being even more frightening than I had prepared myself for. I am feeling the need to document every single action, because I have some vague impression of it all being terribly significant in the future.... Continue Reading →
I went to see the Paralympics today. The atmosphere was fantastic, and we had the good fortune of perfect weather - a beautiful sunset visible over the stadium, and the usual people-watching in the crowd, Mexican waves, random cheering and incredibly overpriced beer. It was still a bit depressing though. I was watching people who... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 