Last week I was strolling around Waitrose and I decided I fancied some camembert; fancy as in I wanted to eat some, not that I became strang...

I'm baaaaaaack! OK, so my blog reboot fizzled a bit earlier in the year after that REALLY TRYING DAY when I tried to see 10 Cloverfield ...

Today was supposed to be a pretty straightforward kind of day. Up until yesterday afternoon I didn't actually have any plans for today, ...

Since going freelance five years ago (five years? Really? Honestly it’s a genuine miracle I’m still alive) I’ve dabbled my filthy little han...

Anyone who knows me in real life (or irl as the kids say) will know that I eat, for want of a better term, like a four year old. Not as in I...

Having written the first part of what would eventually come to be The Confessions of Dorian Gray: The Spirits of Christmas I figured my duti...

As you might’ve guessed from my last post, rather a lot happened in my little life during my absence from this blog. One of the loveliest th...

Sitting here at my desk where I started writing this blog almost 10 years ago typing these words now feels both comfortingly familiar and, a...

Oh look! It's that time again where I list all the books I've read over the last 12 months and the few remaining people that have an...