Nature’s Got Some Moves

6:07am. Ok. So the wall just moved. I am officially awake. Listening to the battering wind outside and blinking. The house is juddering gently, my old wooden bed against the attic wall making the occasional shift. Like jelly on a table at a party as twenty lunatic children roar past high on sugar, setting it…

New Girl

Being the new girl is always a tough role. In anything. Even if the job is a peach, something you wanted very badly and are dead proud you got, it’s still tough being the new girl. You know from your first arrival that you are being judged. And it’s not because your new colleagues are…

YES PLEASE, ARE YOU SURE, ARE YOU MENTAL, I LOVE YOU

I started my day being sad about not being at my bookshop for World Book Day. I don’t work there anymore, since last week. I got another job. And although I love my new job, not being at the bookshop was like a little thorn in my heart. But I was cheered by seeing my…

Punk Me Up

I’ve always thought I am the opposite of punk. On the whole I’m very well behaved and seldom question authority for fear of offending or stirring up trouble. I’m like a Labrador that is rarely naughty unless you leave a lamb bone lying around unattended. I suppose most of us who were brought up in…

Little Bug

One of the best things about a bookshop is the people which flit in and out. It’s been one of my favourite things working there over the years; watching people. It may seem like browsing is one of the dullest things ever to witness, but it isn’t. I don’t mean the ‘coming in from the…

Girl in the Window

Had to do a Valentines window at the bookshop today. There’s a strange feeling when in the window doing stuff. Isolation and quiet, but on display. Naked but wrapped. Perhaps it’s the Amsterdam hooker effect. People project their stuff on you but it’s a sort of harmless distanced thing. Physical presence minus the matter. Sex…

The Unwinnable Game Of Getting It Right

It’s really hard to make the most of time, isn’t it? The moment you embrace the belief that it is something to cherish and not squander, life becomes an unwinnable game of getting it right. And how do you get time right when it’s such an ungraspable thing? We can’t see it or touch it,…