September 12, 2021
I’m travelling to London. I’ll just let that sink in. It’s true. I am going out of my town into London, driving an actual car further than the supermarket for the first time in the best part of two years. I’ve left my house far too early, and I have programmed the SatNav to help […]
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September 5, 2021
On an unseasonably autumnal August Bank Holiday I am celebrating my birthday by sitting in the queue at a drive-in McDonalds, determined to have cheap ice cream. My daughter and her boyfriend are in the car in front, and my son and his girlfriend are in front of them. A text comes through from my […]
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August 29, 2021
The arrival of the puppy has sparked a shift in my older dog which I hadn’t anticipated and reminds me of a shift that once took place in me. Bringing a new dog into the family caused us to worry that our established dog would protest. In fact, it has unlocked a second childhood in […]
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August 22, 2021
When my father died amongst his possessions was a big claret-coloured notebook. He’d bought it to catalogue his vast record collection, a task that sat on his metaphorical “to-do” list for decades He had never written in it, and now he was dead. The paper was a smoothly satisfying alluring cream colour. It was also […]
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August 21, 2021
In “How To Do Nothing,” Jenny Odell recalls a performance piece by Finnish artist Pilvi Takala which involved her posing as a marketing trainee at accounting firm Deloitte and doing nothing but sitting at her desk and staring out of the window. None of her “colleagues” knew it was art and became increasingly uncomfortable and […]
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