I recently had a conversation with a work colleague about the particular kinds of music we create. I talked about some of the incredible concerts I've been in as a choral soprano and the buzz of standing there as the audience go wild at the end. Well. As wild as they ever get at the … Continue reading Does it make your heart sing? Teeny tiny pens part 1
CW: being a frickin teenager. Also CW for a mention of suicide, albeit not in a serious context. Also also CW for comedy violence. Damn this post sounds awful after all of that. Beloved recently told me that I'd never told him anything about my teenage years. I protested. "You don't talk about yours much … Continue reading I was young once… in a manner of speaking.
CW: bereavement and griefhammers. Are you reading this post, Beloved? I told you already it's a sad post. I do not think you wanna. When I started dating my Beloved back in 2010 and we notified our respective parents of our new relationship they responded as follows: My mum: A MAN? HAVE YOU GOT YOUR … Continue reading My father in law’s pen
This meme has been doing the rounds around spectrumites of late. In one group I frequent the mods posted it and everybody in the group argued and then they started banning anyone who disagreed. It's actually pretty standard for these things. You can die waiting for people to agree whether it's "autistic person" or "person … Continue reading Special interests and a brain full of pens
Here we have a gratuitous addition of a drawing I did last year because it's actually relevant! I really enjoyed Robinson Crusoe. I like the fantasy of being stranded on a tropical island, surviving my my wits and whatever the surrounding environment provides, and being forced to confront the meaning of life in total isolation. … Continue reading Don’t make children read Robinson Crusoe
I sort of introduced you to Bingy Bongy Boongy Bongy in my last post. He is a 1990s Parker Duofold Centennial and is the most extravagantly expensive pen in my collection (so far, God help me). For most of his life he has belonged to my dad. A bit of background here. Before fountain pens … Continue reading Le plume de mon pere est Bingy Bongy Boongy Bongy
John Harvard was a Southwark native and if you look around in Southwark his name does pop up. I particularly enjoy the way that this happens. The building / chapel / library / phone box / house of ill repute will have a sign up that says something like: "This [thing] is named after John … Continue reading Notes from the John Harvard Library
