As I stood in front of the large photo of displaced Kurds, I realised that exactly two years ago I was doing much the same thing. Typical me. Here I am again, standing in some exhibition about displacement. Two years previously, on World Refugee Day, it was a UNHCR thing that we randomly snuck into…
Suddenly I realised that someone was in my personal space. There was a hand on my bag and a voice that seemed to be addressing me. I jumped out of my headphones-in, bus-stop-waiting trance and went into deal-with-emergency mode. Ready to confront a pickpocket or appeal for witnesses, I kicked myself for letting my guard…
It was Sunday afternoon and, somewhat inexplicably, the bus was heaving. Having squeezed on, I found myself in the last available space; right next to the driver by the front door. We trundled on to Hammersmith, passing by full bus stops until someone needed to get off and we had to pull over. I was…
The ‘Sensing Spaces: Architecture Reimagined’ exhibition at the Royal Academy made me want to 1) become an architect and 2) express the ineffable. I have neither the time nor attention to detail required for the first, but I can give the second a shot. So there I was, at an interactive exhibition which encouraged visitors to respond…
It was going to be a busy week anyway without having to spend the start of it with my head down the loo. Apparently the nice meal out on Friday wasn’t so nice after all. By the fourth bout, I was clutching the familiar toilet seat and praying there was a way of making the horrible stuff…
When the emotional strain of the #GBBO semi-final makes you cry, you know that it’s probably time to get a life. That was me the other week. Friday night in London: there must be more out there than last week’s Homeland on our laptops. Off we go to find it. Starting in the Tate Modern’s…
‘His life was trees’ was one of our favourite bench inscriptions back in those park-roaming university days. How would we choose to be remembered, we wondered, if the totality of our lives had to be whittled down to a one-liner (which, depending on the park’s location, stood a high likelihood of being defaced anyway)? On…
“Are you really ok, Milly?” Hannah asked me last Saturday; a question which stemmed from her reading of my blog. To be fair, if you judged me solely on my blog you’d think I was a lonely moaner who did nothing but ponder life in a melancholy kind of a way. Perhaps I need some more posts which…
Gig-branded from a fun and folky evening in Camden with friends, I’m on the bus home having one of those moments when the world seems really big and everyone seems really far away. Joyfully confident in the contented rightness of my here and now, I nevertheless feel downright sad that so many people who I’d…
Greenbelt was where I’d hoped to be last weekend. Sitting eating Goan Fish Curry in the balmy afternoon sunshine, sipping chai in the Tiny Tea Tent from an unhygienic mug, listening to Shane Claiborne inspire me to live in community, and bumping into random people who I hadn’t seen for years. Instead, due to the…
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