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A few months ago, I joined my landlady's bookclub. The group lives on the same street as me and is made up mostly of women in their forties and fifties. Some of them are powerful members of Eastend councils; some are writers who have plays regularly broadcast on Radio 4 and in theatres across the country; and some are civil servants that know ( Read more... )

I got that job! I received an employment contract through the mail yesterday and I start on the 14th of July. I'm a little nervous from thinking too much about my future co-workers, the organisation and the job itself. I'm tired of moving around; I want to settle with a job that keeps me happy; I hope this is the one. I'm handing in my one-week ( Read more... )

I sit on a bench facing the Thames, searching for a word to describe the water's colour. There's the sky's blue of course, faint as if from a desert mountain seen from afar, but also the light brown reflected from the old walls that keep the river from drenching London. These two colours alternate in the water's ondulation, only occasionally ( Read more... )

Hot, young flesh is pouring out of Mile End Tube. Skinny jeans, low waists, droopy eye lids, bangs, boob tops, T-shirts, fresh fresh fresh-scented skin that is going to rub up against each other in Victoria Park when Radiohead plays - very soon. I'm at home with all the windows flung open; since the park is just a stone throw away, I want to see ( Read more... )

My plane left London at 9pm, Thursday night. It flew over the city, following the river; I kept an eye out for landmarks and was slightly freaked out to spot the National Theatre. I looked in the general direction of my old office, the places I used to hang out, miles below me. I imagined the building busy, productions into their second halves ( Read more... )

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On Friday, I'm the grass on the National Theatre's FlyTower. I've grown from clay and I hang on the side of the building like moss, for the whole of London to see. I spot Richard arriving and peruseing the second-hand books underneath Waterloo bridge; I see him text someone's mobile phone, and then that someone come out to meet him. They climb ( Read more... )