Happy March! Normally I do a ceremonial ‘opening of the windows’ ritual at the end of March when spring is beginning, but we’ve had such mild weather here in London recently that I’ve already got them all open despite it only being the end of February. Actually, scrap ‘mild’, it’s been downright warm. It hit 20 degrees the other day. I feel like I’ve been cheated out of winter, but I suppose I can be happy for all the people who like the warmer weather.
The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. (more…)
The fifth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. (more…)
Spotify has the ability to create a playlist of stuff you’ve listened to the most over the past year. It’s interesting to look at what I’ve been listening to (and always amusing to see Cecilia Bartoli next to Necro…)
This is one of those posts I might not actually post. I’m paranoid that it’ll sound weird, or self-serving, or something. But I’m going to write it anyway, because writing is good.
It’s about singing.
I’ve been trying to make more friends in London ever since I moved back here, but it’s difficult. Especially if you’re in my age group (late twenties) but enjoy pursuits that are mostly enjoyed by people in other age groups (sitting down, not going out drinking).
So I joined a choir. This was a two-birds-one-stone decision really; I’ve been meaning to go back to singing soprano for ages. After a foray into gigging my own punk-folk songs in 2013-14, last year was musically quiet, and this year I wanted to get back into it. And there’s nothing like soaring over soprano notes to make you feel on top of the world.
Before you start reading, click the play button. I feel like this one should have a musical accompaniment.
All settled in? Good.
Well, this week’s been interesting.
A few years ago I had no money. I’d just started working for myself, all the books and blogs I’d read had told me I’d have no money at first, I’d taken that in, but I hadn’t quite realised just how much no money I’d have.
Great grammar, scar.