Oh nonononononono….

It can be tricky in this day and age explaining to some people exactly how they are misogynist, racist or any of the other ‘isms’ that we’re all proud not to be.  In the good old days, misogyny was easy to call out – and still is sometimes today – because people would turn round and say ‘Don’t try and rig that light, Cat Webb, you’re a woman and won’t do it right.’ These days its more subtle than that, but just because it’s not as blatant doesn’t mean it’s not there.  It’s there every single time I have to …

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Light in Winter

At dawn, you see the reflection of the sunlight off tall buildings, before you see the sun.  The sky is a powdery blue-grey, and distances seem odd.  Are those clouds overhead, or has the day simply not yet come into definition? The light rises a little higher, cold, brilliant and yellow-white.  Sometimes it peeps out through thick cloud in solid streams, like shrapnel from a celestial bomb.  You can see it move, flow in and out across the paving stones as clouds skud overhead in high winds.  You still haven’t spotted the sun, but it’s making itself known. Some mornings, …

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I am not creepy

Sitting in a cafe, waiting for a friend.  I’ve been there about 20 minutes, having arrived early, reading a book about, of all things, digestive bacteria, ‘cos it’s one of those days. There’s a guy sat by the window.  He’s reading what looks suspiciously like a script.  Making notes on it in the margin.  Not an actor – actors tend to highlight and bind things properly and make notes in other places so they don’t get their shit muddled.  Not a technician.  We make notes on the back of the opposite page – I mean, not everyone has to behave …

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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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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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