Archive for August 2010

batteries not included

August 30, 2010

Two sofas, a king sized bed, a large coffee table, and my desk have all gone to their respective new homes, sent with love. Science Guy has spent the last 72 hours ripping our joint cd collection to MP3. And judging my early music choices. Rex & Badger are in equal measure weirded out by […]

friday five ~ knickers

August 27, 2010

There is something about lace and satin and strategically placed frou frou. Wearing lingerie is undeniably sexy. These beauties are from Strumpet & Pink, who totally get it: ‘our knickers are experiential and focus on feeling rather than objectification’. Time to get out of the Marks and Spencer 6 pack of cotton knickers, me thinks… […]


August 25, 2010

‘You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun. You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on […]

the quest for the holy grail (not on horseback)

August 23, 2010

It has been several weeks of horribleness dominated by continued attempts of Real Estate Agents to rent us an over-priced cupboard miles from a tube stop. Last week I looked at a place on the High Road. And the kitchen was a bit shit, as was the bathroom. And the entrance was in an alley, […]

me and geri and the redback tavern

August 18, 2010

The women’s bathroom of the Redback Tavern on a Sunday afternoon in July; packed with shrieking, drunk Australian women, this is the beating heart of young travelling antipodean culture. Tanned and slim and wearing as little as possible, four of them are in various stages of preening. They seem invincible and oddly glamorous. There is […]

a week of losses and gains. and trains

August 15, 2010

It’s gone. 1 stone, 7 kilos, 15 pounds. I am catching glimpses of myself six months from now, when these choices for sustenance that nourish and heal are innate. When food is just food. When I can run through the park without shame. When I can stand in front of the big mirror outside the […]