Why Springsteen and sex appeal are mutually exclusive

04/03/21

Just before this time last year, in the days of throwing your arms around your friends at every possible moment, sipping on the same straws in bottomless brunch triathlons, and sharing a cig because you don’t fancy a full one but then going on to chain-smoke a whole pack, I concluded a night out by getting a lift home from the guy I was sleeping with. Throughout the car journey, I detailed at length how I would never, ever settle down with a man unless the man in question was Bruce Springsteen.

Jacket potatoes and time travel

13/04/20

Lately, I’ve been thinking about time travel. Mostly, how it lacks all the urgency of Doc Brown’s race to channel 1.21 gigawatts of energy and 88 miles per hour into the DeLorean with a single strike of lightning, and how really, it’s much quieter – almost indiscernible. It creeps up gently and softens the edges a little. A vignette: remember this? Now, I don’t even remember what I thought of Back to the Future before I knew it was his favourite film.

Are you in love?

13/02/20

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. It’s also four months – give or take a couple of days – since I broke up with my boyfriend of five years, and the first time I’ve been single on the 14th of February in almost a decade.

Jamie and I met at the tail-end of my relationship with my first boyfriend: a period of me being perpetually messy-drunk. I went to meet him for dog walks when I was absolutely steaming during the middle of the day, and demanded he hold my hand throughout.