I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade–the sweet charm of freshness would leave it. I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom, but rather the radiant resemblance of one, cut in an indestructible gem. – Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
This blog hasn’t entirely been abandoned – it’s just been on hiatus for a few years. I’ll return to personal writing soon. – Victoria, April 2020
Blog posts
- Things Mike said
- Cecil
- Double negative
- The dress and the ladder
- Word-baiting
- Priorities – taking stock after Live Below the Line
- Live Below The Line 2014
- The #nomakeupselfie: femininity, altruism and community
- Nobody Rides the Unicorn: theatre review
- The Rain King:theatre review
- Titus Andronicus: theatre review
- Neil & Heather Simone: art exhibition review
- The Boy Who Cried Wolf: theatre review
- Review of Ripon Cathedral’s lunchtime concerts: Josephine Peach
- Stuck in my head: France Gall “Ce soir je ne dors pas”
- Questionable poetry