Category Archives: Seven Ages

The frozen North

I don’t like posting personal things on this blog, but I’ve had one of the most stomach droppingly horrible times of my life in the past few months, and I am struggling to put into words everything I want to express. I sort of feel like I should write something. I’ve had this blog since I was a teenager and I regret not having written something about the most momentous events in my life which have happened since then. But I just don’t seem to be able to, I’m not one of nature’s tweeters or bloggers. So instead I’m posting a couple of pictures, and they’ll have to stand in for everything I want to say about sadness, love, isolation, the spirit of adventure and restlessness.


Well I’ve actually been cooking a lot of vegetable based dishes which have turned out much nicer than their meaty counterparts, I must remember to post about the coconut rice with fried sweet potato and salsa, the vegetable burrito with butternut, the stir fries and the fried aubergine in a chickpea flour and tumeric batter and the chickpea curry. Sadly I am too lazy to write out the recipes right now. Lazy and a bit off-kilter because mysteriously for the past three days running now I’ve woken up with the Emerald Hill Zone music from sonic the hedgehog stuck in my head, and it takes hours to shake it out.

Happy 7th birthday, blog!

Good lord, it really doesn’t feel like it’s 7 years old, and goodness knows it’s only got about 3 weeks worth of content, due to general neglect and general rubbishness. Poor thing.

Mirvy watching pigeons

In unrelated news, I miss my flat, and so does the cat (probably) 🙁


“Can’t make the woman out at all, myself. Know what she said to me this morning? Asked me if I’d slept well, and when I told here that it beat me how anyone could sleep at all, with a dashed lot of cockerels crowing their heads off, she said that rural sounds exhilarate the spirit, and do something or other to languid nature!”

“Cowper,” said Kitty, in a depressed tone. “‘Restore the tone of languid nature.'”

“Well, it’s a bag of moonshine!” said Freddy. “What’s more, I always thought so! … It’s my belief, Kit, the woman’s touched in her upper works.”

“No, she is merely addicted to poetry,” explained Kitty.

“Well, that just shows you!” said Mr Standen, reasonably.

Oh Freddy! For you I’d give up my favourite most comfortable pair of pyjamas with the holes in and wear nothing but the most uncomfortably and beautifully tailored clothes forever. Continue reading

A suffusion of yellow

So if there is a God, I think that maybe He doesn’t want me to go to Peru. I’ve learnt some important lessons along the way though:

  1. Don’t imagine that just because you’ve been having an incredibly shit time that you deserve a holiday. The universe will soon disabuse you of this idea.
  2. Don’t lose your passport
  3. If it’s lost, don’t try and then get an emergency passport
  4. If you try getting the emergency passport, don’t forget to ring up before hand to ask what you need so you don’t have to spend ages queueing at the police station in the city before they tell you that you need to report it at your local police station Continue reading

Alters when it alteration finds

Oh sorrow! Oh woe!! T’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:–
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

I like to imagine dogs howling mournfully at this point, and big black thunderclouds with lashings of rain.