Things are changing outside the window, and some of it feels a little soiled.
Some books just sound better this way.
There was only one other person in the cinema, but we still forged a sense of connection.
Grease 2, the critically panned sequel to Grease, has been rediscovered – but I am reluctant to share the joy.
The books of Colm Tóibín bring me relief from our noisy world.
I’ll keep applying for glamorous writers’ residencies because I’m not delaying - really.
I admit it, I’m a wimp. So why did I rush to see the year’s buzziest fright fests?
The King of Ithaca confused me as a child. I’m wary about seeing what Christopher Nolan has done with him.
An erratic home entertainment journey left me richer in more ways than one.
The pop star, the enigmatic author, the potty-mouthed humorist and Paddington: what magical combination will be next?
