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 →
Musical chairs
Awful lot going on at the moment, in both my world and the real world. In the real world, London is burning with the fury of a generation unwilling to accept that hard work reaps rewards eventually, and in an ingenious scorched earth policy, they both steal goods and then set fire to commercial real... Continue Reading →
Tree of life was rather sad
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 →
Exercise is uncreative
I tend to vacillate between the kind of people or activities that are slightly bohemian (and a little nihilistic), and the completely conventional. Sometimes, I just want to go and get really drunk, or do stuff that's irresponsible but not criminal. On days like those, I imagine getting up from my desk at lunchtime, getting... Continue Reading →
Always running late for everything
Recently, I have been late for absolutely everything, except of course work. I love that about myself - hopelessly unable to do things I actually want to do, but turn up on that 14th floor like a metronome to work in a job I hate. How stupid. Letting down people I care about, not doing... Continue Reading →
Life in a Day – cheesy but good
I went to see the Life in a Day movie this week, rather unwillingly - it was more a case of "Hmm, I've already seen Xmen, and the people I'm going with are not the types for the puerile (or should that be puelline) humour of Bridesmaids", than a particular desire to pay to see... Continue Reading →
Posh dinners and London theatre
This evening, I went to see Kevin Spacey in Richard III at the Old Vic. The staging was impressive, the analogies with modern day dictators cleverly done if not particularly original, but the acting was uninspired. Spacey had moments of brilliance, but he was not malevolent enough, and since we had gone for the cheap... Continue Reading →
Caravans – why?
This weekend, I went to a wedding in Cambridge. Having failed to look for a room in a hotel until three days beforehand, I not surprisingly found that the only available rooms were either £200 a night (steep for two, astronomic on my own), or were bed & breakfasts that had rather curious Tripadvisor reviews... Continue Reading →
Something to prove
This week has been quite a professionally trying one. In fact, I've been having quite an extended period of professional tedium for the last few months. The restlessness has got so unmanageable that I've in fact made quite a hash of a number of obligations over the last few days, in favour of a bit... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 