Category: Essays

Most nights I am not a light switch. Talk properly, look at me like you mean it, and my body finally catches up afterwards anyway.

have always found a strange sort of comfort in the way numbers sit still on a screen. They do not…

Right then. Where do I even start with this one? I suppose the sensible place is the beginning, though beginnings…

Sometimes I catch myself standing in the middle of my little Hackney flat in nothing but an oversized hoodie and…

I stayed unattached so I could have fun. I still want the tall dark one who stays for kettle, cuddles, and the quiet bit after.

Some nights I do not want the whole performance. I want a mouth that stays, patience that does not clock watch, and pleasure treated as the point.

You know what proper winds me up at the bank? Watching someone turn on the charm the second a manager…

Right, so picture this. I am sat on my sofa in Hackney with my feet up, one of those proper…

I was sat on the night bus the other evening, headphones half in, half out, watching this bloke across the…

Right then, let me tell you something that still makes me chuckle on the bus home from East London. Being…