OK, OK, it’s not quite that straightforward. But the point of a headline is to mislead you into wanting to read an article, right? 😉
The DLR is my favourite London train.
(Yes, I have a favourite London train. Told you I was cool.)
It’s Monday afternoon, things are busy and I have a shit-ton to do, so instead of an in-depth post, I thought I’d share a couple of relatable and motivational PostSecrets from this week’s Sunday round-up.
Because it’s 5.40 on a Saturday morning, I’ve been working for two hours, and I’m just about young enough to be one of those people who did loads of MySpace quizzes when they were fifteen.
My mother and I, sequestered away in a house in the Scottish hills, a roaring fire in front of us complementing the howling wind outside. A melted camembert sits on the floor between us, waiting to be devoured, and I have just uncorked a bottle of wine. The glug-glug-glug as it reaches the glasses, one of the most promising sounds in the world, makes us both smile.
This week’s book haul features one good novel, one quite boring novel, and one book that made me want to punch the author in the face.
Below is a round-up of recent research in psychology, anthropology, sociology and physics.
I’m a scrooge. This isn’t really news. Bah, humbug.
I don’t get into the Christmas spirit, unless by “Christmas spirit” you mean forgetting what day it is and working throughout.
But when I read about a “Satanic Anti-Christmas Flea Market” happening in East London at the weekend, I decided I had to go along. After all, Anti-Christmas? That’s the kind of spirit I can get into.
I was seventeen years old. Sitting in the sixth form common room after my evening cleaning shift, flicking through a pile of prospectuses. I had the option of going pretty much anywhere I wanted for university, because I’d worked hard and it looked like I was going to do well in my exams.
This one’s whipped by in a happy frenzy of work-related productivity.
That’s not even sarcasm: I actually like my job. I still have to pinch myself sometimes. I spent so many years in an industry I actively disagreed with, doing a job I hated myself for, that I can barely believe I’m finally free of it and spending my days being paid to do things I enjoy.