That was the year I was thirty

Sorry in advance if my writing’s a bit clunky in this blog. I’ve been finding it hard to write recently. I think this is because I’m a little stressed at the moment and my mind reacts to stress by abruptly switching off, like an overheated laptop. Regardless, it’s a birthday tradition to celebrate my continued…

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If not now, then when? Wednesday wisdom from my oracle deck

There’s this song I love by a Cornish band (featuring Ben Howard) called ‘Portland’. It’s a beautiful song; if you’re into music that makes you feel all your feelings, I recommend finding it on YouTube or Spotify and having a listen. Mickey Smith’s voice is hard to decipher but there’s one lyric that stands out,…

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My imaginary dinner party guest #3: Margaret Atwood

Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… Now there’s a table, a rapidly depleting selection of wines, a tepid pasta bake, a smattering of Pringle crumbs in a bowl, Leonard Cohen, Lana Del Rey, and me. Leonard’s ramped up the story-telling and Lana is sitting with one leg crossed elegantly over the other, hand-rolled cigarette in…

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My imaginary dinner party guest #2: Lana Del Rey

Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… There’s a table, a selection of wines, a crispy-on-top pasta bake, Leonard Cohen, and me. Leonard is relaying a long-winded but droll story about that time he made love to a beautiful archaeologist in Tel Aviv who inspired his unpublished poem Beauty in a Burka. I’ve got a weird…

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My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen

It’s a classic silence-breaker question. If you could invite anyone in the world to a dinner party, alive or dead, who would it be and why? I have four guests at mine, and here’s the first. Oh and before you ask, we’re having pasta bake. Leonard Cohen This was the man who wrote the line:…

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