Just Home from Singing a Sad Song and Getting a Laugh

Just Home from Singing a Sad Song and Getting a Laugh

The red nose helped. The ancient and august cathedral helped. Acoustics sublime. The Steinway helped. The genius playing the Steinway helped — that’s you, Will. (Pickvance to any as yet uninitiated.) The genius who composed the song helped (that’s you, Mr Sondheim.)...
I Screech to a Halt at Lairg

I Screech to a Halt at Lairg

I screech to a halt at Lairg because I’ve been starting to think about lunch or at the very least a tea break on my journey from Lochinver to Thurso and this new-build, glass and wood, loch-side café looks, in this corner of Scotland, like it might have Wifi. It...
Intentional Success

Intentional Success

Kate – not her real name – was a fully qualified Primary School teacher. She loved the work. She was confident in the classroom but now, after having taken a break to have children, the time had come to think about returning to her career. But it was the interview...
Thoughts in the Shower

Thoughts in the Shower

I’m talking about when ‘it’ all seems so suddenly clear. Like in the shower. Why? Is it because when we turn on the water we’re earthed, zap, straight to the core, and with the flow of water comes a flow of … what? Energy? Straight to the head. Ideas tumbling out of a...
Talking the Taboo

Talking the Taboo

What we say. It goes well with those shoes. What we want to say but don’t. Are you going out in that? What we say. You’ll be fine. What we want to say but don’t. You know how you’re dying? What does that feel like? What she said. Tonight? Well that would be very nice....