I’ve just woken up. My eyes blink and a grey ceiling is above me, speckled with black splodges, and a stringy cobweb in the corner. My hangover lingers in the background, like a radio on low volume, threatening to ruin the day, but not bad enough to stop me from sitting up and looking aroundContinue reading “Grease”
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FKA Twigs ‘MAGDALENE’: an insight into female pain
Instead of dying, I went back to Twigs
Where have I been?
What is it like to work in a European institution when your home country has caused arguably the greatest political upheaval of the decade?
Temporary part four
When I make it back to the kitchen, I start setting out the fruit. Half of it in the basket, half of it in the cupboards. Seven bananas in the basket. Five apples. Five oranges. A bunch of grapes. Men slip in and out behind me, pouring themselves cups of coffee. Some of them talkContinue reading “Temporary part four”
Years and Years: a chilling look into the near future
In the words of L.P. Hartley – ‘The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.’ It’s easy, sitting in the present, to think that things will never change. Or, at least, that the changes won’t affect us. What did we think 2019 would look like in 2009? Did we imagine that weContinue reading “Years and Years: a chilling look into the near future”
Good copy
My job as a copywriter consists of making language simple. Long words have to be cut down into shorter ones. Anything vague or “not to the point” needs to be condensed and pulverised into something that resembles good writing, but is actually a regurgitation of another agency’s ideas. Every word is for the purpose ofContinue reading “Good copy”
Temporary part three
Joanne takes her fob and opens the door to the main office. There are lines of rectangular desks and rows of balding heads, eyes down. I traipse after her cautiously, adjusting my skirt, not wanting to stray in front of her. I can hear a slight murmur ripple across the room. A few heads liftContinue reading “Temporary part three”
Temporary part two
The ground floor of the Apex looks a bit like a hotel. There are two receptionists sitting chatting, and to the left is a room filled with chairs and comfy benches where people might sit if they were waiting for someone. I contemplate sitting down, pretending that I’m a visitor, and that I won’t beContinue reading “Temporary part two”
The female perspective 