On death and writing and bells and Australian TV.
death
Nothing matters and it all does
When confronted by death I am full of useless impulses to be doing. I think. I attempt poetry. I weep. I don't want to eulogise. I look up rituals. I listen. I wait and cannot. I sleep, or try to. I wake, and try not to. I complete my usual household tasks. I watch grey clouds … Continue reading Nothing matters and it all does
Doctor Who: Below the Surface
The last great frost fair, a frozen Thames, and kids in danger of being transported (amongst other things), oh yes, it is Doctor Who in 1814 London. Thin Ice presents Bill with her first 'Star-Whale' conundrum, does she give the order to save the beast below, or have it killed? Except Amy intervened to stop … Continue reading Doctor Who: Below the Surface
This April is the cruellest month
It was my birthday last week; not especially an important one, except for one reason. I am now the same age as my mother. Weird. It's weird to imagine me leading her life, when ours diverged significantly. Weird thinking about the responsibilities and worries she had that I don't and never will. Weird to think … Continue reading This April is the cruellest month
