Letter to an Almost-Teenage Boy

I had a silly post all lined up to finish and post tonight. It had board games, and self-portraits of me pulling faces, and enough Caps Lock to eclipse the sun. And, don't get me wrong, those things are important. But then I got to reading things that made me realise that, just this once, I had to put...

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The Yeomen of the Guard, More or Less (But Rather Less than More)

You guys, I'm in a show. A real one! With costumes and singing! I should point out that I'm not in a show because I'm talented, although that would be nice. I'm in a show because the Gilbert & Sullivan Society has a non-auditioning chorus, which means that, with little real skill, I get to be...

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The Five Signs of Exam Madness

It's always easy to tell when it's exam time. And it's not the jacarandas. All the jacarandas mean is that it's too late to start studying, which I've always thought was a bit unhelpful, since it's not like they come with a warning three weeks before they bloom to let you get the jump on them. Oh......

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Absent Officers and Sherlock's Trousers

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the place to go to find husbands is Brighton. And so, with a blatant disregard for scandal and the blackening of our good names in civilised society, Emily and I put on our best dresses and made our way to Brighton in search of officers. Without a chaperone....

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