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When I was little, Ireland was a caravan site in Owenhincha, West Cork and nothing more. I first went to that place with my family, aged three, to the mobile home that my Mayo-born grandmother Madge had recently bought, and … Continue reading →

I don’t like Valentines Day. I know I’m far from alone in this and that if you want to you can quite easily ignore the whole thing. I dislike Valentines far more now i’m in ‘a couple’ than i ever … Continue reading →

To put it mildly, the world out there in 2014 has been a bit fucked. Injustice, violence, war, poverty, inequality, racism and powerful people who are either incapable of doing anything about all of this or have no interest in … Continue reading →

I’ve not been able to bring myself to properly read any of the stuff about Bob Crow in the press today. Not Decca Aitkenhead’s Guardian interview from February bumped to the homepage in the wake of the news, or Christian … Continue reading →

2013 has been a bit restless and hyperactive for me. I’ve begun some new and exciting projects, but I’ve not read or written or done as much as I should have done. I don’t really feel I’ve properly got my … Continue reading →

When it comes to feminism, I have to say that what Miley Cyrus is up to is pretty far down on my list of priorities. So I can’t really believe I’m writing this. But I am, because I’m annoyed.  The … Continue reading →

Last week, my friend and writing colleague Shahla answered 10 questions about her novel, VamPR, on her blog. It’s a fascinating read and I can’t wait to read her book, a futuristic, dystopian take on London, the corporate world and … Continue reading →

…from Jeanette Winterson, which I find great comfort in, as I sit here thinking about what the bloody hell I’ve got to show for the last year. “If the sun is shining, stand in it – yes, yes, yes. Happy … Continue reading →

A year ago today I flew to Bangkok, to begin my 3-month odyssey in Asia. I wasn’t excited, I wasn’t happy – I was terrified and miserable. I had left my flat in Stoke Newington for the last time, said … Continue reading →