Weekend of the Giants
An article of mine, recently published in The Nerve, Liverpool. People’s Vote March Enjoy!
Little defines the class divide more clearly than the aristocratic predilection for shooting animals for fun. I hold my hand up to my republican leanings. I’m not a Royalist.
I’m a woman, a childless woman of a certain age. Ok, of middle age. Being childless is something that I’ve had to explain, justify and apologise about for decades, particularly
Path of Blood, a documentary directed by Johnathan Hacker, is a montage of footage from the Saudi security forces and Al Qaeda’s own rough videos of their boot camps and
It’s a shame that Dame Margeret Hodge allowed her frustration with her party to overflow. For sure resorting to swearing at someone in a heated discussion is not to be
Palermo. A Mediterranean city where the food is other worldly, the architecture mesmerising and the history absorbing. But strolling around the heady streets the struggle to survive for the
I’m an urban dweller and while there are many advantages – indeed joys – that come with that, the one thing that myself and my neighbours miss is that opportunity
(Berklee College of Music) I don’t know how long it took man to invent the wheel, but I do know that it took a helluva lot
I’ve been really quiet (silent in fact), just navigating the big, wide, world. But I rejoin you on a sombre day. Two years ago today the UK, the country of