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 →
Blue boxes
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 →
Death is not a cause
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 →
Testing my computer. On a Friday night. I live the life.
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 →
Following the crowd of unique people
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 →
Chamonix – Arete des Cosmiques
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 →
What is sport for?
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 →
Making creative stuff can’t be that hard
Adrien Brody is a great actor. He plays every part he takes with an amusing seriousness, and The Pianist made me cry, a lot. Unfortunately, with the exception of that film, his greatest gift seems to be picking the worst scripts ever created. I just wasted some more of my life watching Splice, a 2009... Continue Reading →
First Alpine trip – fun, but frightening
On the 20th June, we drove out of Finsbury Square towards the Blackwall Tunnel with a car full of ropes, hardware, a posh tent, an ultra-light cooker and in my case absolutely no idea what I was letting myself in for. It was my first climbing trip to the Alps, and while I had done... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 