Last year my husband and I saw a couple getting married on a calm, sunny day on the steps of their beautiful brownstone apartment in the East Village of New York. It was the perfect romantic moment. This being the city of contradictions, however, meant that while tears welled up in my eyes I was simultaneously hoping that they had schooled up on New York’s bizarre divorce law.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Confessions of a night school drop out
Having moved to a new town, and with time on my hands, I felt the time was ripe to enrol myself in a night school class. I confess to fancying myself as a linguist, though I really shouldn’t as my conversation skills in reality only extend to please and hello in about 5 or 6 languages, a paltry collection of Japanese phrases and just enough Italian to get by and crack the odd joke.
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Nov 07
Nov 07
Hi, I am the feminist sitting next to you. Does that make you uncomfortable?
The smell of testosterone was in the air as I sat eating lunch next to a bunch of Oxford rowers. While trying to keep pieces of fatty meat from revisiting my plate I also had to listen to them celebrate the downfall of feminism.
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Aug 07
Aug 07
Curry 101
I have never been a particularly great cook and don’t profess to be one now, but on passing the milestone recently that is turning 30, I have reflected on the fact that one good thing about getting older is that I seem to be getting a heck of a lot better in the kitchen.
One culinary aspect that’s been receiving more of my attention of late is the art of making curry. I’ve always been a fan of a good curry, but my attempts at rustling up one from scratch a few years ago had always been disappointing and I found myself instead relying on the trusty jar of Pataks instead of making my own.
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Jul 07
Jul 07
Life in Paradise
Just over 3 weeks ago, with Sheldon (our ever increasingly clapped out VW) packed to the gunwales, the boy and I drove off into the sunset in search of a new life in Paradise Square, Oxford. After only 3 weeks, with the interruption of Glastonbury in the midst, and 3 days of the week spent in the suburban limbo of Uxbridge, I can’t say I feel like much of a local yet, but it certainly feels cool to be discovering somewhere new.