Procrast-gin-ation

With imminent deadlines for a number of extremely important work documents, I am finding it hard to do anything but watch Prison Break on my laptop and procrastinate. I realise that I have come very late to the phenomenon which is Prison Break but it is most definitely providing a metaphor for the inner turmoil…

Gin & Islands in the Sun

I love all the new words which keep getting added to the Oxford Dictionary – they reflect the ever-evolving nature of language and the imagination of people who, for example, create the word ‘selfie’, riff on it and produce the bottom loving ‘belfie’ and that new favourite hashtag of gin bottle collectors, a ‘shelfie’. Some…

Drinking gin is never torture

Back in the day, holidays with our young family were mad, frenetic affairs. Our two boys, or more accurately Thing 1 and Thing 2, rampaged around Europe with their fraught parents picking up débris behind them. In those days, there were no sweets or treats which could pacify them, the only thing that gave us…

Gin on the Fringe

“Can I interest you in a vegan dystopian play, set on Instagram?”. I am standing in the Old Town in Edinburgh in full Fringe madness. I’m not sure what to answer, No or Yes seem so inappropriate. I smile inanely, all the while imagining a vegan dystopia, a world without kale, perhaps? The Old Town…