Other People Are The Best Things About Us

Got to go to a funeral in a bit. Always a strange feeling when you wake up knowing that you are going to say goodbye to someone that day, isn’t it.  I met my friend Katie for lunch the other day. Her wonderful mum had just passed away and I needed to hold her and…

Holding Hands with Michelangelo

I’ve always wished I could draw. As a kid I’d watch my Dad’s girlfriend sitting at her big slanted artist’s table, drawing grids and sketching out her work. I loved her hands. I loved how she sharpened her thick pencils with knives, the sweet-smelling curls of the coloured wood, the bruised white of the giant…