This Is Going To Suck

I’m giving up chocolate for March 2017, to raise money for the British Heart Foundation. Also because I have an addiction.  Like a proper chocolate addiction.  It’s basically the thing the keeps me going.  Hence the fact that giving it up is going to suck.  And you know how every year I tend to do one thing for charity?  And how every year it’s also usually something that is vaguely self-improving too, because of how charities have worked out that people are more likely to campaign for a thing if there’s a selfish kicker too? So in 2014, I ran …

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Let’s Go On A Journey!

Technicians: you’ve got a good bullshit metre.  You gotta have one.  And your bullshit metre is mostly right.  Unfortunately the side-effect of this is that sometimes perfectly acceptable words which can be used in a helpful context, have become mired with a slurry of effluence. Take, for example, ‘journey’. Like most technicians, I instinctively flinch when I hear ‘journey’.  And that’s because most of the time I hear it in this context: “So Cat, I’m just wondering if there’s any way we can enhance the emotional journey with lighting?  Maybe with blue?” In theory, this is not an invalid statement.  …

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The End of the Day – Cover

NEW BOOK!  New book new book new book wheeeeeee! And other deeply literary sounds. This is the story of Charlie.  Charlie is the Harbinger of Death.  It wasn’t his first career choice, but then he didn’t really have a career choice, he just wanted to pay off his student debt and pay the rent.  Charlie enjoys music, nice food, and is trying his hand at online dating.  He’s not sure why Death chose him to be Harbinger, but there’s plenty about the job to like.  Lots of travel, albeit economy class; decent pay and holiday time, an office in Milton …

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Why We March

I did not go to the Women’s March in London to march against one man, or one idea, or law, or one nation. I did not walk in rage, or because I am more oppressed than another, or because my voice is uniquely powerful, or uniquely right, or uniquely true.  I am privileged in many things; my privilege did not come from a vacuum, and does not buy the right to isolation. So I went marching, in solidarity with an idea.  An idea of equality for all – for the men who are denied a right to express their anger …

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