July 29, 2016 § Leave a comment
The rain fell in shivering cords
Ropes of sky plummeting straight down
The way only summer rain really does
The air felt close, protective
Like the jungle warmth was on our side
June’s hiddenness draped a damp arm around us and wept
July 25, 2016 § Leave a comment
Voted in a referendum
Co-wrote a film script
Bought a pair of £250 shoes
Went on a gal pal mini break
Ate a meal in a vegetarian restaurant
Went to a protest
Hosted a dinner party – or what began as a dinner party and turned into a Party
Cleared out my house PROPERLY – shoes and all
Enquired about ocicat litters
Read news coverage obsessively
Used a disposable camera (OK, not first but first time in a decade)
Watched the night races at Epsom from the Queen’s Stand
Measured maggots at the Natural History Museum
Had barbecues on our ‘balcony’ (narrow walkway)
Read a book by one of the OTHER Mitford sisters
Played golf in an underground bar
Sent my car for its service, MOT and diagnostics pamper session
Actually enjoyed 30-degree heat (in the shade, with a book)
Bought a Bluetooth radio adapter – finally!
June 23, 2016 § Leave a comment
I know very well that our democracy is flawed. I know it. I know we mainly cling to the illusion of choice and voice. I know.
But still, every time I vote, I feel this charge of electricity, alive. It’s the one time I think we stop to consider the other people in this country; what they believe and hope for.
I walked through the rain this morning with my voting card in my hand, getting slowly soggy, and felt scared but powerful. Tremulously anxious about what will happen but full of the certainty that I was doing what I could.
I’m not informed enough to be able to say I know what I’ve chosen is right. I’m not confident enough that I’ll be celebrating or mourning tomorrow. I don’t think there’s a winner in this game. We’re all losers and we’ve all embarrassed ourselves.
I hope that in this illusion of choice, the outcome is one that says we’re not unwelcoming, not ungrateful, not unintelligent. The EU isn’t perfect but belonging says we are part of something, together. I want the world to see that we choose them, not just us.
June 6, 2016 § Leave a comment
I been well busy. I been well, well busy mate.
Between filming, posting, planning, arguing, scrambling, scribbling, learning, panicking and thinking REALLY HARD, it’s been a busy few weeks. I’ve had no time for freelance, no time for blogging, no time for anything really. My grasp on reality and capacity for everyday common sense have been severely depleted.
But the sun is out! The sun is out and I’m wearing sandals like a Greek baby-goddess might buy and I started a D&AD course today about storytelling and it’s Game of Thrones and cauliflower cheese tonight.
I don’t have much else to say, for all the stuff that’s been happening. My grandma turned 93 and I got drunk in the spikiest boots that ever were. I bought five of the same sundress and allowed my best friend to convince me I should have a gym membership. You know, just stuff.
May 26, 2016 § Leave a comment
One of my favourite things I’ve ever done has launched and I’m so proud. It’s had a really good reaction so far and it feels so good to just get it out there after so much fiddling about.
The campaign is about how parents can support their kids on the way to being safe drivers. It’s not just about paying for lessons and insurance; parents need to be thinking about how their own behaviour in the car influences their children at a young age, as well as helping out with finding the right driving instructor and doing private practice. That sounds arduous but not quite as arduous as months of visiting your child in hospital after they’ve had a terrible car crash.
There’s four more parts to come so the work is FAR from over but I’m excited to have so much great content to play with. You can read about what we’re doing on the ingenie blog and the first video from the campaign is right here:
The world of marketing can feel like a very hollow place when you get out into the woods and think about the fact that you’re just a talking animal. But getting to work on campaigns like this, that could really make a difference to young people’s futures, makes it way less bizarre.
May 23, 2016 § Leave a comment
Well, I managed to avoid the backslide I was worried about. I’m right back on top of it and I feel good about it. I’ve even made a step towards cutting down on my face attacking.
I figured I could replace my harmful habits with something nourishing (it’s pretty standard advice for any kind of compulsion) so I went looking for a natural oil to use as a moisturiser / makeup remover. I’ve been so bad at taking my makeup off this year that, combined with the picking, my skin has never been worse.
So I went to Holland & Barratt to find this ludicrously expensive oil. Couldn’t find it so went to see what they had in their cooking section. I did a bit of swift Googling and found out that sunflower oil has a low comedogenic factor (it doesn’t block pores), has a low SPF for everyday use and is high in linoleic acid, which is apparently great for acne.
Then my eyes lit on hemp oil. I checked it out and it has a comedogenic factor of zero and is also high in linoleic acid. So I bought it.
Experience so far: it’s incredibly moisturising but – unlike coconut oil – the oil sinks into your skin really fast and doesn’t stay greasy. Two drops on a cotton pad does my whole face and is present enough that I’m reminded not to touch my face (which is what helped me stop picking at my scalp). It needs refrigerating but that’s probably a good thing – cool product on a day’s tired skin can’t be bad.
I love learning about these things. An organic, 100% pure oil found in the cooking aisle and costing a fraction of a regular cosmetic moisturiser. Magical.
May 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
Been worrying about some things and it’s made me have a bit of a derma backslide. Nails are bitten to fuck too. It makes me angry at myself and it also makes me angry at the situation that’s caused it.
But hey – I am in control of what happens to me. If I am unhappy, only I can bring about a change. I just told a bunch of new copywriters that they have to fight for what they want – but I wasn’t doing it myself. Whether I get the results I’d like or not, I would rather try than live with myself in quiet disappointment.
I have my first bloody zumba class tonight. Can’t complain about putting on weight and not do anything about it, can I? I also have an assessment for counselling soon.
MOVES! Making them!
Let it never be said I didn’t hustle.