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a note on being brave

It’s my birthday this week chums. I’m now officially in the autumn season of my twenties. Recently, I’ve been having a bit of a rough time. Work has been rubbish, creativity has been stunted, my heart has been bruised yet again, everything felt so viciously turbulent yet also bizarrely stagnant and I started to question what it was I was doing with my life. I said to myself, “Look. You are about to turn another year older. You have no money, no boyfriend, soon nowhere to live, no job, your  ...

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Feel-Good, London, Uncategorized

a yellow antidote to the grey

Well it’s been bleak of late hasn’t it? As I stand shivering every morning in positively BALTIC conditions at Harringay station, ready to press myself onto the 8.04 to Moorgate, folding my limbs beneath a stranger’s armpit like a disgruntled contortionist, it’s difficult to feel full of the joys of Spring. Rather than the beautiful yellow of bobbing daffodils, the colour of this particular Spring seems to be grey. And white, when that pissing snow keeps falling. Who  ...

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Culture, Feel-Good, London, Uncategorized

Ronnie’s and Romance

An evening at Ronnie Scott’s is an evening quite unlike any other. When you walk in, it’s dark, lit by soft red table lamps and it feels like you’ve stepped inside a hive of tipsy, romantic bees. Waiters dart around the place delivering cocktails and dinner like it’s been choreographed, cutlery clinks on plates and red wine is poured generously like laughter whilst conversation hums out from every nook and cranny. Sat at a bench table on the left hand side, alongside my Mum and Dad, I had a  ...

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Feel-Good, Uncategorized

Valentines, Schmalentines

I write this with a pussy between my legs. Seriously, our house cat, Toby, has finally decided to shun his laddish ways and show some affection and he has wedged his way in-between my laptop and thighs, nestling down for some love somewhere between machine, flesh and sofa. Who can blame him? Loneliness strikes even the strongest amongst us from time to time. I have been single since pretty much forever. It’s becoming (worryingly) a real defining feature of who I am. Hell, I’m  ...

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