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I’m having a bit of a moment over here. I’ve spent the last month going on dates with women and I am high on it. I’ve had cocktails in the novel sunshine of daylight saving time, beers in the shade, stacks of welsh rarebit on my lunch break, and pre-9am breakfast coffees. Call it networking, call it brain-picking, call it cooking up a big cauldron of condensed female energy; I’ve spent the last four weeks on a hunter-gatherer mission, and these women have been sharpening my spears.

stevie mackenzie-smith on discotheque confusion

i can’t explain how perfect this is.


instant favourite

it’s been a while

sunday song

dream weaving

skeins of wool for 50p each leads to forays into weaving.

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hypnotic melody

supremely soporific and beautiful.

bookshop memories

george orwell you are spot on. this is exactly what my working life is like – except that i still love being surrounded by books.

bookshop memories.

saturday morning

the road rippled before me, and distant villages in the mountains shone like pinches of salt on silk. sometimes, leaving the road, i would walk into the sea and pull it voluptuously over my head, and stand momentarily drowned in the cool blind silence, in a salt-stung neutral nowhere.

laurie lee, as i walked out one midsummer morning.

this time last week i was in this sea. eighty years later and the shore has changed dramatically but the sea has stayed the same. now im in my room in bristol, listening to the rain and the traffic, drinking my coffee and reading this. i like both places.

sweets for my sweet

a book i made for louis’ travels and the crazy painting on the inner pouch that i ripped out of an antiquarian book catalogue…