April 12, 2015 § Leave a comment

I’ve been terrible at blogging lately- luckily it’s because I’ve been working on a lot of new and exciting things!

I started another blog during a five month stint in Asia last Winter – . Backpacking is a unique situation- sharing dorm rooms with strangers, exploring together and building memories in an environment free of responsibility and stress lends itself to creating intense bonds with people of all lifestyles. I asked each of my subjects to write me a list of their choice. Because of the freedom given to us by our environment, my subjects felt able to share with me lists that might not ordinarily be shared between strangers.


Ten Reasons for Life Without Heroin

Amritsar, India




1. My relationship with my mum

2. Freedom

3. I’m able to save money

4. Respect

5. I can socialise without having to be high

6. More free time

7. Hope

8. I don’t live in fear

9. I’m able to help others

10. Friends


Ten Reasons I Don’t Want to Go Home

Adam’s Peak, Sri Lanka




1. I love travelling

2. The cultural side

3. I have hardly any friends living at home anymore

4. Bogans

5. How expensive it is

6. Politics

7. Language

8. Dirty drugs

9. Ex

10. So far away from my friends in St Ives


I’m hoping to keep the project going and publish it in book or magazine format, so please check back for updates.

New Year, New Me

January 13, 2014 § 4 Comments

I’ve recently felt a need to develop my writing skills (or current lack thereof) so I’ll be experimenting with something they call a lifestyle blog. I’ve always found it difficult to talk about myself; I consider myself to be in a happy medium somewhere between self-obsessed and self loathing, and I’m not very keen on attention. In fact, I can’t think of much worse than being that person who only ever talks about themselves; whose outfit problems are the end of the world; never mind extreme poverty, violence, gender inequality… But when else would one drag oneself kicking and screaming out of one’s comfort zone than January, the month for change. The month for running at 6am, eating celery and making bucket lists. New Year, New Me. I strut confidently into the abyss of the world wide web, tenacious, narcissistic.

Wait, what?

January 1st is just another day for me. I’ve spent far too many January 1sts telling myself that this was the year I would finally achieve all of my goals. But really this time. By April that poor neglected list I made has been demoted from the notice board to the drawer labelled ‘Not Very Important’. By September ‘get a six pack’ and ‘be exhibited in World Press Photo’ tumble suddenly into my head while in the queue at Waitrose. The floods of guilt carry me home, clutching my quinoa and kale to my heart as if they, too, might slip from my attention. I fantasise a funeral for my aspirations, left unrealised by my disregard. The kale bows its furry head and weeps. The quinoa spills an arc of uncontainable tears which multiply in size when they mingle with the wet ground (it’s raining heavily, of course). Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. Guests attempt to discreetly wipe ever expanding quinoa from their shoes. With December guilt transforms into determination and I begin January armed with a new list. I might as well have used the previous year’s list and at least been a little more environmentally friendly. That’s it! New year’s resolution: Save paper. Recycle. Plant trees.

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