Sunday culture
I’m writing this from my childhood bedroom after one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. Sometimes all you need is family and a rainy walk on a rugged beach to fill your cup up. Not much culture has been consumed this week as I’ve
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I’m writing this from my childhood bedroom after one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. Sometimes all you need is family and a rainy walk on a rugged beach to fill your cup up. Not much culture has been consumed this week as I’ve
Writing has taken a back seat the last couple of weeks as life has gotten in the way and I’ve prioritised showing up for the necessary. So I’ve blinked and somehow it is already mid February. Despite the promise that comes with brighter mornings, it feels like it
After a fallow week, I’ve outdone myself to make up for being quiet. For it is the 25th anniversary of the release of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring and to celebrate, the extended edition is being shown in selected cinemas. The extended editions are the only
If you’ve spent any time on social media over the last week, you may have noticed that some of us are in a collective chokehold over the Canadian TV series ‘Heated Rivalry’. I (like many) have a few thoughts on why it has blown up so much and have
I’m typing this en route to Dublin to catch Rob Anderson’s ‘Are you afraid of the 90s’ live comedy show (check out his hilarious Instagram account @heartthrobanderson in which he dissects old movies and TV shows). Salivating at the thought of the first sip of a creamy pint
It’s been a weird old week and I’ve come to the end of it fully drained. For it is January, tarred with the ‘shittest month’ moniker and in most places the weather is leaning in to that. In 1900, the art collector Henry Vaughan felt this profoundly and
Heads up, this is a frighteningly personal reflection. Unlike Lily Allen, there's no hiding behind autofiction (still love her latest album, you go girl). But onwards to a new year and hopefully getting this down in text will help me shed some of the heaviness. Grab a cuppa
Your gal has some nonsense viral illness that I mention not for sympathy but merely to explain that any and all 2026 culture has been consumed from my sofa or bed. I pushed through NYE via an unexpected dance party at a favourite Italian wine bar post bells and have
I almost didn’t write anything this week as I am fully locked in to the nebulous ‘what day is it’ bit between Christmas and New Year (I refuse to call it the ‘merryneum). Rather smugly, I’ve barely had time to consume anything other than food and conversation. Phone
Leslie Odom Jr’s Christmas album has been soundtracking my festive season. His voice does something to me. It is transcendent and effortless, like slipping on a tailored velvet jacket. It’s not overly showy. His is also the first voice you hear in the musical ‘Hamilton’. If you’re
We are days out from December 25th. Some of you may have already clocked off for the festive break, some of you counting down the minutes to yours, some of you getting ready to hold the fort in your non stop industry’s workplace whilst the rest of us stuff
I’m taking the opportunity this weekend to pause and reflect on the last four weeks. I’ve returned to the day job after a period of unplanned leave. Whilst it’s been unsettling with some ups and downs, overall it’s gone in the right direction. You can’t