Oh the halcyon days of theatre. You could argue that it's because I was in my 20s. You could argue that it's sheer nostalgia. You could argue that it was because it's where I met the love of my life. But the theatre I remember so fondly, I said to my husband the other day, … Continue reading Alphabetti – giving theatre back its soul
The halcyon days. We were so much healthier in the 80s weren't we? All that time outdoors, making dens in the woods, playing bulldog on hard concrete playgrounds, eating Findus crispy pancakes and learning how to smoke with candy sticks... But regardless of the e-numbers and carcinogenic habits that were formed in our formative years, … Continue reading School’s out – how we spent a 1980s summer holiday
(in a nostalgic setting...because...why not) It's 2001. You're off on a night out. You've slipped your cheap heels on, the fake tan is positively glowing and your handbag's packed with Marlboro menthols (cos you want to smoke the night away but you're hoping for a cheeky snog). You're all set - and so is your … Continue reading A step by step guide to the beer fear
Hello lovely people! So I'm massively excited today to share my new book cover and links to pre order A series of unfortunate stereotypes - Naming and Shaming Mental Health Stigmas. Of course I don't name and shame people (just Piers Morgan and Katie Hopkins - but they don't count) but I do discuss the … Continue reading A series of unfortunate stereotypes – the book!
I recently read another article debating whether or not Hull deserves its City of Culture status. This one was in the Independent. Its conclusion? Oh yes it does. It's quite popular these days to give Hull the thumbs up. In fact it's more on-trend than hipster beards and big eyebrows . The thing is, it's … Continue reading My Hull
Last week I was trying to explain why we find nostalgia so addictive. You know, you're turning 40 next year but you still get excited by spray on snow, Mr Frosty and Knight Rider. In fact, there are actual scientific studies on the subject and this proves I'm not talking total bollocks. On my bookshelves … Continue reading Addicted to nostalgia