He scratched his arm lazily. His class was dragging by slowly, and he could already see the students losing interest in what he was trying to say. Gazes were shifting towards the clocks, chairs were swinging, and a few phones were already peering out from underneath tables. The students still hadn't realised he could see... Continue Reading →


Streetlights flicker, the wind whispering in your ear as you walk down the street. Exposed skin prickles at the cold air and you pick up your pace, hands buried deep in pockets. Twilight has already faded into darkness, an inky sky bruising the last streaks of daylight. Cloud wisps crawl by, grey shadows painted on... Continue Reading →

‘I Know’

“I NEVER hated you, you know?” The villain looked up at the rasping words and blinked stunned. After everything they had done. The bombings, the killings, all the blood that stained their hands - and yet. “I-” -“it’s ok. You don’t have to say anything.” A moment passed. Then two. And the silence rang in... Continue Reading →

DAY twenty-four calls for some of my old summer reads. I got my teeth stuck into A Golden Age while on holiday a few years ago. It came at the recommendation of my mother (respect to her book suggestions, she's never led me wrong), and I literally could not be pried away from it for... Continue Reading →

THERE’S something about old books. Something in the way it feels to hold them. Wuthering Heights is by no means my favourite classic. To be perfectly frank, I prefer Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights - mostly because I heard once that some people believed she was singing “It’s me, I’m a tree, I’m a wombat” instead... Continue Reading →

ON sticky, grey hot days like today in Glasgow I kinda wish I was elsewhere. I spent a lot of my summer last year travelling, from Croatia to Paris to Estepona, and it really took me back to loving photography. I’m better with words than photos that’s for sure, but they do say a picture... Continue Reading →

I’M having a Bridget Jones day where nothing seems to really be working on my favour. Tripping over my own two feet, failing driving tests, losing my head in a spin - a night like this calls for my oldest and dearest friends. Mr Ben and Mr Jerry. And while I may be no Bridget... Continue Reading →

IT’S funny the things you miss when you spend time apart from someone. Laughing, crying, laughing and crying - it can be difficult to find time to spend with the ones you love. This summer has been full of gaps for me, not just friends and family travelling, but also because of work and distance.... Continue Reading →

WHEN I was but a young sproutling, I was obsessed with vampires. It began with Anne Rice’s Interview With A Vampire and pretty much spread from there. And somewhere between Morganville, The House of Night series and The Vampire Diaries (the real one not that telly nonsense), I found Twilight. I was late to the... Continue Reading →

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