The Reading List 2014


I like to try and keep a record of novels, plays and short stories I read through the year as a nod to nostalgia and perhaps even as a personal recommendation to you reading this. As always, a few classic re-reads that I couldn’t resist and a few unexpected delights found on dusty bookshelves and quiet library floors. I’ve even painfully shortlisted my favourite five reads of the year, each marked with an asterisk.

Our Country’s Good – Timberlake Wertenbaker

Dennis Kelly: Plays One (Debris, After the End, Love and Money)

Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

The Golden Notebook – Doris Lessing (Unfinished!)

The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Matilda – Roald Dahl*

Chocolat – Joanne Harris

Warhorse – Michael Morpurgo

The Road – Cormac McCarthy

The Elephant Vanishes – Haruki Murakami*

Strange Pilgrims – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Empty Space – Peter Brooks

The Isle of Youth – Laura Van Den Berg*

The Slap – Christos Tsiolkas*

Notes on an Exhibition – Patrick Gale

The Book Thief – Markus Zusak

The Humans – Matt Haig*


Ours/ Yours on tour

Since January I have been developing my writing and have written a short play for an upcoming Emerging Perspectives tour with New Perspectives theatre company in Nottingham.

My play Ours / Yours will be performed alongside three other short plays written by emerging playwrights in the East Midlands. The tour is travelling across the East Midlands from 1 – 5 July 2014.

Please see the flyer below for more details:


The ‘making-modern-vintage-from-your-heirlooms’ Project

This Easter, I have set myself a very exiting project (if I do say so myself).

My grandma used to be a bank manager’s assistant and had a typewriter for all her writing, she was probably very impressed with it. When she passed away, the much younger budding writer that I was (mainly I just collected pretty notebooks), I was given this said typewriter. I used to get it out of its case every so often just to touch the keys and smell how vintage it was, that’s probably a bit of rust most likely. Also, when I say touch the keys, I mean thrash them. It must have been more efficient in its early days but it gives me bruises after attempting to write just one, lone sentence.

Basically, I’ve been unable to do much with it. I’ve done very little with it other than look at it lovingly. I wish I had even just found some space for it and it could have at least been a lovely vintage prop. But I never did that, it sat under the bed in the spare room for my school years until I would affectionately remember it again.

This sad story is soon to be no more! There is part of me that has a fondness of old things like typewriters and when scrawling through pictures of restored vintage ones, I stumbled across a certain website. It is called and it sells conversion kits for updating your typewriter to your more modern device (computer or iPad for example).

So, my project for this Easter break – besides my dissertation – is this!

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With the necessary technical help of my boyfriend, this is what I am going to do for my vintage typewriter. When I say help, I mostly mean he is going to be doing all the work because largely it involves soldering and wires which I have no idea about. Sorry to live up to a female stereotype. Anyway, I am going to do my loving bit in restoring and creating a new life for my Grandma’s old typewriter by combining it with my iPad.

Sure, it will be sort of obscure and superfluous but I think it’s going to look pretty cool. Its old meets new; its my own personal piece of modern vintage. I just need to find a decent space for this extremely cool iPad stand.

And I hope my Grandma approves.

Exciting News: Edinburgh Fringe

Hello world,

First of all, apologies for my lack of blogs lately, I’ve been rubbish in keeping it topped up. The good news is though that I have lots and lots of exciting things all on its way so I was just giving you a rest; the calm before the storm if you like. The first thing is that my blog is in the process of having a nice spring clean – a bit of a makeover, so look out for that! Now for the other thing…

Earlier in May I applied for Fringebiscuit’s ( first Young Writers Scheme, largely just for the challenge of applications (I’m proactive like that you see…). A week or two ago, just as I was making my way through a mountain of ironing, just as I was thinking I’d never hear back from them, I checked my e-mails to find a lovely acceptance offer to be the top 10 ‘brave, young writers’ to work their socks off at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival (the biggest international arts festival) whilst getting a great amount of inspiration, encouragement and support by professionals in the arts and writing industry. What an amazing opportunity! I’m so excited to be heading up to Scotland for the whole month of August, living with nine other keen, young writers and reviewing the biscuit out of all the fun at the Fringe. I’ll be reviewing, interviewing, workshopping, blogging, theatre-going (obvs!), writing all sorts of cheeky things and generally just having a fantastic experience. Yes please.

It’s still sinking in and thank you for all the lovely congrats and comments I’ve already received – it means a lot. I’ll be keeping all you lovely readers up to date along the way, so please jump aboard and I’d love to share the experience with you – feel free to get in touch. Also, a lot of the work and publicity that Fringebiscuit are all about is on and through the power and mystery of twitter (Hazar!) So please follow them (@fringebiscuit) or myself on twitter (@kellypunton). I’ll soon try and get you the other nine biscuiteers to follow on twitter too as I’m certain they’ll be worth following!

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. — Gustave Flaubert


I find it hard to define myself as a writer: perhaps its not even necessary to define myself in that way. What I do know though is that I have a passion for writing (and reading – it works both ways!) and I’d love to see where that might take me. I don’t just mean that in terms of a degree, a career, a salary, a pension – oh no, I’m thinking much wider than that. I want to see whether it can be an integral part of who I am, whether there’s a wage attached to it or not, whether its plain sailing or most likely not. It’s not about a job or a title, whilst that is what I’ve felt the world is telling me it could be. It’s not the flashy name and prestigious one-hit-wonder or best-selling ‘writer’ that I want to be. As I said, I’m thinking much wider than that. I am a writer simply because I write. I want it to first and foremost be about character, intregrity, relationship, experience, passion, whatever else it needs to be called. Then whatever name badge I’m given as a result, whatever car I drive and house I live in because of it, I’ll know it came from a real place. Nice thought hey.

I don’t know how good I am at writing novels or plays (I might have a go) but what grips and holds me as a writer is more about the power of our voices. It’s that its a colloboration with yourself and other people, it’s a discovery, it’s a lesson, it’s a journey and it cannot be done alone, or at least I don’t want to do it alone. I’ve often had a sort of tag line to my writing in recent years which as been about being on a journey to ‘find my voice, one day at a time’, hopefully in order for others around us to also find their voice. We are fed all sorts of voices and some are good (some are really good in fact) whilst a lot of others are blurred and confusing, meaningless or destructive. I think that sucks, but I also think it’s pretty hard to know what to believe, what to think, what to say, what to write – but that should not stop us. There’s so much to live for, so much to learn, so much to delve into. It’s all out there, we’ve just got to find our voice. I really hope that this opportunity will be another step towards learning more about what it means to be able to communicate, to be able to write, to be able to have a voice – especially when I know so many of us struggle to know what it is we are to say. There are times when it really matters that our voices are heard and we can say what we want to say. That’s a bit about where I am. I’d love for you to join me.

P.S. Please share the great work that Fringebiscuit are doing for others like me, maybe even people like you!

My Top 5 Must-Read Books

Today I wanted to just give you a little glimpse into some of my favourite books. Being the English and Drama student that I am, I tend to read quite a lot of books and plays so it’s pretty tough for me to narrow it down. Nonetheless, this is my top five! Reads that I would recommend to you all, so if you’re looking for you’re next read or you haven’t picked up a book since you ditched English at GCSE, you might be curious to try one or more of these. I have purposely chosen these books for anyone really, I tend to read a lot of philosophical books but often many of them can be hard reading and not always a joyful read. I’m not undermining my top five here, but they have been chosen with anyone in mind, rather than someone who strangely, like me, likes to read and debate more crazy ideas. So relax, you actually might like these!

5. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle – David Wroblewski


This is a hefty novel, it takes a fair while to get through it, so if you are looking for a light and short book next, this might not be the best for you. However, this book is so good. It’s the first novel by Wroblewski and is fairly recently published (2008). It’s set in rural Wisconsin and follows the boy, Edgar Sawtelle, who has been a mute since birth. He comes from a heritage of dog breeders and there is a beautiful connection with dogs and animals in this book. The tale is wrapped up in history and mystery, following the past but equally dealing powerfully with the story of the present also. It is actually a close but very clever re-telling of a huge classic. I was so convicted with the storyline itself that it took me far too long to even realise it was a re-telling, so it can be appreciated in its own right too. It’s one of the only books I’ve read that has been published recently which can cope with tragedy and difficulty in such a compelling and mastered way. I just picked it up on Waterstone’s shelf and went for it, with no recommendation or ever even hearing of it before. It was a pleasant surprise (pleasant is an understatement at its thoroughly enjoyable discourse and style). Even Oprah chose this for her book club and included it in her ‘Favourite Things’.

4. Life of Pi – Yann Martel


Now I’ve heard mixed opinions on this book, but largely I think they have been positive. I certainly have positive words since it has made my top five, in fact I have nothing but love for it. This is a book I like to recommend to everyone. It’s got a strange and ambiguous plot line but if you’re prepared to go with it, it’s one of the best modern magical realism novels I’ve read. This story follows a young boy who has had numerous philosophical and spiritual influences in his upbringing and has a pretty cultured and interesting life. These themes are outworked in the more practical staging of the plot which is that he survives many days shipwrecked on the ocean with a tiger. He meets some unusual ‘friends’ in his journey, which is almost of an epic genre. I do not want to give the twists and turns away as that is part of the thrill of the book but if you fancy an unusual but wholesome read, this might be it. I say wholesome in the sense that it provides an amazing variety of themes and questions for a young boy, but like many books with a philosophical edge, it can leave you pondering. Again, it’s only a recently published novel from 2001 so I’m trying to provide some more recent work as well as some older.

3. Animal Farm – George Orwell


I don’t think an English student can go far without noting Orwell as a particularly decent writer for the last century of fiction, particularly regarding both political and gripping reads. I was going to include 1984 in this list, as it firmly belongs in my favourite books but Animal Farm is a shorter read and a very impressive allegorical novella. Many, if not all, of Orwell’s work are largely political and scarily accurate. The fascination most of us have about 1984 is that despite being published in 1949, it was rather successful at predicting the future we live in, it’s greatest examples is a lifestyle where we are always watched by the government (Big Brother even derives it’s name from this novel) and people controlling our thoughts and ideology. Anyway, clearly that novel also belongs here but I will stick with Animal Farm for good reasons. This was published in 1945 and was influenced by the events leading up to Stalin era and World War II. It is set, as it suggests, on a farm where the animals revolt against the Farmer and instead take charge themselves. It offers a very political question about power and government, class and equality. The animals mimic many of the humane government systems, with meetings and votes, commandments and leaders. It is only short but very thoughtful and I would definitely recommend it to anyone (As well as 1984!).

2. Doctor Faustus – Christopher Marlowe


Some of my course mates might be surprised to see that this has only made second place and not first, as it is common knowledge that I love Doctor Faustus. I studied this at A-level when discussing the form of gothic literature and have never looked back since. It was fist published in 1604 so I apologise for my extreme points of reference for these works, so many being recent and this being the only older one really. Let me just say, if the thought of it being ancient in comparison to Harry Potter is putting you off, let me sell it to you. It’s a play that was written by Marlowe, often known as a rival to Shakespeare’s work, so if that isn’t dramatic enough for you, I don’t know what is. Only joking. It’s actually based on a classic folk tale of Faust, a highly intellectual man who probably has too much intelligence and too much arrogance. He decides that since nothing is out of his intellectual capacity, he will try the ultimate feat of conjuring up a devil because all this God-Christianity malarkey is old wives tales. Clearly, there are already many contradictions in his thinking…surely the devil is just as much fantasy as God? Equally, Marlowe’s subplot of the servants and peasants also able to conjure up devils questions just how clever this doctor really is. So, he sells his soul to the devil for forty years of power and freedom. To see what he uses all that power on his farcical and humorous, it really should be seen on stage for its full effect but I love the story so much that I’d recommend even reading the play! It’s one of the most hilarious yet tragically important pieces of literature of our time I believe. As a Christian, it’s one of the most challenging reads I’ve read because it brings to light great questions and challenges to the church and it’s mixed views!

1. To Kill A Mockingbird – Harper Lee


Finally, we’ve made it to my number one! This is another book I first read at school, but this is possibly the one and only book I owe my degree and potential future career to, since it was the first time I was truly inspired by literature. Before, I thought literature was created to stay on the page. I thought it was all behind close books so to speak, I did not realise how challenging and real the arts could be. After this book was published in 1960, Harper Lee lived a quiet existence, firmly keeping out of the public eye because she did not want fame and fortune. This is a very humble attitude for a very humble but incredible book. The story is about a young girl named Scout and her older brother Jem, who experience a number of things in their community. As kids, they are innocent and naive, yet very opinionated about what they see and think about it. Their father, Atticus Finch (one of my favourite role models in fiction), is a lawyer who is the most humble, most wise and most just man you will ever meet – perhaps that is why he is fictional?! It’s such a beautiful but raw story of justice and simple morals; living with and judging our community.

Royal and Derngate Work Experience

Good evening Bank Holiday People! Any of you following my journey closely may have realised that I have not posted this weekend. Fear not! I am still hard at work I can assure you. I thought I would just give you all a quick update before I start posting again.

The past two weeks and also the rest of this working week, I am working at a fantastic theatre in Northampton. Any of you interested in taking a look or giving it a visit: it’s The Royal and Derngate theatre. I have been working with their arts team, which are responsible for all sorts including producing great shows, working with all ages of the community and being very creative! I’ve been doing stuff in and out of offices, workshops, holiday clubs, rehearsals and performances. It’s been busy but so much fun! And I still have another week to go!


I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to work in the theatre. The only reason why I gained this work experience opportunity was because I was proactive and passionate to research around theatre in and around this region. I found an event that was asking big questions about how we can nurture theatre in the East Midlands.

Surprisingly, I was the only student of any type represented at this event. I had no contacts in the theatre but I was still not just going to this event alone because of my practical need to network. I paid a small fee for the event and got myself to the venue. I did not do it because I was paid to do it, told to do it or even advised to do it. I went because I have been fascinated by this thing called theatre for a few years now. I have been convicted by its power and potential. I was saddened that there were not more students or younger people at this event; it made me wonder whether there is even a next generation that is proactive, passionate and pursuing theatre in their worlds? I’m pretty convinced that there is, because I’ve seen some of them, heard of some of them, even met some of them. Obviously, this was only one event and it certainly is not or should not be the only event of its kind. I’m not sweet-talking my ego because I managed to show up somewhere. I’m just saying, for my student peers out there… The world is out there, you have to go and see where you can grow and shine.

For recent years, the student identity has been one of struggle and tension; fees, strikes, joblessness, competition, debt. It’s like I’m being told to equip myself for this dog eat dog world, one big fight for survival. In reality, the creative arts industry can be made of the same stuff. What I am learning though is that I do not want to compromise or undersell my heart for justice, equality, diversity and collaboration, particularly in my personal areas of interest – creativity, communication and education.

So for all those of us worrying about the big wide world, the real world and all that, let’s confirm that our identity does not have to be in the fluctuating, unpredictable and scary world of the twenty-first century, and instead we can make a true commitment to dreaming and co-operating with each other. There is more to life than salaries and promotions, like growing and learning with each other, sharing each others passions and convictions. There is so much more power and potential when we share ideas, share time, share resources and share talents. As I said, whilst I’m working at this theatre, I’m thinking a lot more about what some of this stuff means, but one thing I certainly know is that it couldn’t work by itself. It’s poetic and romantic, but it’s true. We really do need each other.

Vaclav Havel


I am aware that many of you may not know who this man is but let me tell you. You may have heard his name just around before Christmas, as sadly he passed away. In some way, this is a late tribute to the impact he has had on myself. He was a Czech writer and politician. He was the last prime minister of Czechoslovakia and the first of Czech Republic, helping bring them out of difficult times of communism and so on.

Whilst he was brought up in a family of intellectuals, he had rather humble beginnings. He trained in the military for a few years and after, embarked on his writing career. He wrote many plays and plenty of poetry, essays and fiction as well. His popularity as a playwright in the United States is still prominent, but whilst many of his plays were being performed on stage in his own country with great impact, his plays were at one point banned from the stage and he was even unable to leave Czechoslovakia to watch any of his own plays being performed. It is unsurprising to see how he was interested in his country’s society and politics.

In his political career, he remarked that he preferred a politics that grows from the heart and not from a thesis. Also, in his words, “One simple electrician with his heart in the right place can influence the history of his nation.”

For me, it’s not just his creativity and success as a playwright that inspires me to follow him and his works. As I’ve been reading through his political memoirs lately, it has shown me his conviction that politics should never deny its heart and as a fresh prime minister, he too had to put that to the challenge in his own integrity and political personality. It wasn’t some dreamy ideal, his career as a creative writer for the theatre hadn’t blurred his metaphors on reality. He understood that politics is and should be by definition social action, realistic progress, a genuine service to its citizens. He knew it needed to be pragmatic in order to achieve anything political and sustain it well, but he argued that it’s pragmaticsm should not translate to politicians and powers surrendering ideals and hopes, nor denying their heart. Otherwise, he describes it as “mere self-propelled, technocratic processes”.

His plays, of those that I have read, have their position within The Theatre of the Absurd genre. Plays that most often deal with our struggle for meaning and identity in the midst of such changing, difficult and broken objectives such as law, government and religion. From this, he never planned to go into politics and was quite surprised as to how it happened. But he realised “you can’t spend your whole life criticising something and then, when you have the chance to do it better, refuse to go near it”. This stands as just another reason as to why I respect his life and works. He did not profess to be a politican, nor did he plan to be the prime minister and change the history of his nation, even to change some of the way European politics looks like to this day.

What Vaclav Havel taught me is that “everything is political, even a rock concert”. At first that repelled me from the idea but here I am, also professing not to be a politican with no passion to enter into a political career, yet nonetheless I’m realising more and more than everything I do, say and more powerfully, everything I write and want to write has so much to do with politics. He was someone who was convinced of being a man of truth and a man of his heart, but still knew that when the truth and heart was in the right place, he could make a difference for the better for his world. It wasn’t just the writing and the philosophy that made him such an inspiration, it was the fact he was willing to live it out.

Rest in Peace Vaclav Havel (1936 – 2011).

A Creative Perspective

Someone once said that “Artists are simply people who are passionate enough to imagine things that do not yet exist.” This has got me thinking. Artists, in the widest understanding of the term, have produced countless creations – it’s kind of hard to imagine life without them sometimes. What would it be like without Da Vinci? Shakespeare? Picasso? David Bowie? Samuel Beckett? Or even Lady GaGa?

As romantic as it sounds, these people and numerous others dared to develop a passion and skill that would one day or another produce a creation that in itself produced more than just a simple or satisfying “yhmm” in it’s spectators or participators. We could confidently say these artists and the art they are responsible for has shaped the world somehow. Profound stuff maybe, but what scope does that leave us with today? How much more room is there for art (in its broadest sense), and even if there is, can it really have any impact on the world?

As a ‘creative’, or at least I like to think of myself creative in some way, this question has often fluctuated through and through my thinking. In an economical climate such as the current one, one of the first sectors the world is ready to give up on is its ‘art and creativity’. But in truth, everything we do and have in this world is motivated and literally existent because of creativity in the first place. Creativity is communication, productivity, collaboration, conversation, development. It’s both work and play. The truth is you have to be passionate enough, convicted enough, in too deep enough to actually see or imagine things that aren’t yet there. In a sense isn’t that what we’re all doing in some way? Politicians are hopefully daring to see policies and initiatives that are not yet in place that will serve a ‘better’ nation that isn’t as it could be just yet. Fitness instructors are daring to push towards a body that is not at it’s full capacity in its current state. And just think about Steve Jobs, he dared to create what did not yet exist – now look at his creative business. I could give many other examples.

Despite the ongoing, but equally very interesting, discussions about art and it’s social power or position, I think everyone’s a creative. Everyone has the ability to create, whether in their mind or in their physical abilities. I think in everything we participate in there is an element of communication, productivity, collaboration, conversation and development – all which are part and parcel of creativity. So perhaps creative organisations or initiatives do not have to be belittled for facilitating a lesser activity or pretentious playtime – Aristotle would certainly not have described art as such. Maybe a more appropriate response to “can art or creativity really change the world?” is that art and creativity already have changed and shaped the world we live in and will continue to do so, since we are all artists and creators with the abundant blessing to think, design, build, perform and reproduce. The more positive and proactive activities in life certainly sit in these categories. Art can change things…

“It’s dangerous in the way literature is dangerous: it raises ideas, it changes minds. …You can never predict in what ways it will change minds or change culture” – Jennifer González, Assistant Professor in the History of Art and Visual Culture, University of California – Santa Cruz

Just for fun here’s a creative picture which should also challenge your perspective! Obviously it’s the great creative himself, Einstein, but let your eyes go cross-eyed, squint or whatever you want to call it and see what other artistic icon it is…


I’m Not Dead Yet


Every blog has a start and this is what mine is going to look like.
Disclaimer: it’s got some thoughts in it, sorry.

The reason why I’ve opened with this rather compelling image* is because for purely selfish and aesthetic justifications, I like it, but also it has a strange connection with what I’m going to say today.

If anyone has read Jostein Gaarder’s philosophical work, ‘Sophie’s World’, they’ll know it opens with her receiving a letter with only three words and no explanation for their intrusion in her life. These three words are simply, who are you?

Sophie starts to think about herself in relation to the world, which I have always found an endlessly odd thing, yet compelling nonetheless. Within the opening pages of Gaardner’s novel, he says some interesting things. “Sophie started to think about being alive, she began to realize that she would not be alive forever. I am in the world now, she thought, but one day I shall be gone… As soon as she concentrated on being alive now, the thought of dying also came into her mind… It was like two sides of a coin… The bigger and clearer one side of the coin became, the bigger and clearer the other side became too… You can’t experience being alive without realizing that you have to die, she thought. But it’s just as impossible to realize you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive.”

I might agree with what you’re probably thinking – bit heavy. I agree, more so because we very rarely write a structured narrative to these kind of thoughts of life and death, but then again, if you were receiving strange letters from some unknown person, maybe you would talk a little differently (more so to the authorities than yourself or Mrs. Philosophy though – just saying.)

Nonetheless, doesn’t she make an intriguing point?

Maybe we don’t embrace death because we don’t embrace life enough. I haven’t worked out how that looks, but I’m pretty sure it’s not in reading more books or writing more plays, though they sometimes point me in the right direction. I’m realising that there’s such a bigger world out there than I give it credit for. I don’t know all the answers, if any at all, but I am alive. And I’m not going to live forever, not like this or not here anyway. I don’t really know who I am, or even what I’m not, but I am alive. The reason why I like the picture, above, is because I know it’s me for sure, I’m wholly and utterly convinced, it looks like me, I remember it and I still have the same clothes I was wearing. But it’s not quite me, it’s been part of an art project which means its been changed and manipulated in clever ways. And the thing is, I like it. It is me yet it’s not quite.

My point is, we’re all alive, but is that all that qualifies us to really live our lives. So many of us are dead in our own jobs, dead in our own ideas, dead in our own thinking, dead in our our own relationships, dead in our our own dreams. I don’t think we have to be though. We’re still alive which means we’re not dead just yet. We’re still breathing. Some days might feel like we’re only just keeping our head above water. But you’re still alive, which we shouldn’t forget is something in itself. I think I’m ready to start living, to start embracing, to start creating, to start dreaming. I’m not dead yet.

You know, we’re such complex beings and I dont think we celebrate it enough. The capabilities of our body and our brain are phenomenal. The things we can think about, talk about and even create is incredible. I don’t want to take that lightly. I don’t want to keep writing things here if I’m not living it out either. I like to write and although that means a lot of different things, the playwright Eugene Ionesco, puts it in better words for what that means to me, “I am writing, writing, writing. All my life I have been writing; I have never been able to do anything else… To whom can all this be of interest? …it cannot have significance for anyone. No one knows me. I am nobody… And yet I am like all the others. Anyone can recognise himself in me.” Since I can remember, I’ve had an urge to write, creatively or just effectively, anything and everything, that’s just the way my own brain has been designed I guess, I know you don’t all feel that way. But I don’t want to just write if I can’t live either. I don’t even mean my writing has to say anything didactic or mean anything, but it needs to have been birthed from an existence, an embrace, an experience of this absurd and but beautifully inviting world. Some guy who I don’t even know anything about wrote in his journal in 19 August 1851, “how vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” Now those same words are scribbled on my own writing journal. I’m learning what he means.

Someone told me about a survey the other day. It was conducted with a number of elderly people who are realistically closer to the end of this life than its beginning. They were asked what they regretted now in life. Interestingly, the clear top three answers were, firstly, that they did not reflect more, secondly, that they did not take enough risks and thirdly, that they did not invest into more things that would last beyond their lifetime. Nothing about fall outs, pulling sick days, missing football games, never reading the works of Shakespeare. Nope, just real honest answers, all about exploring more about their crazy relation with this world.

I know I’m guilty of being a fan of philosophical question but you don’t have to be to read this, I hope. I’m also a keen reader of all sorts of writing so these will naturally intrude on my thinking. I don’t know what you’re expecting from this blog but I know I just want to write some of these ideas down in one place. Some times it’ll be tricky and other times more light-hearted, but either way, they’re likely to be shorter than this one! There’s such a big world out there, and an even bigger universe. Whatsmore is that you and I have the honour to be a part of it. Isn’t that worth thinking about? Talking about? Doing something about? I think so. Follow me and come along for the ride…

More reflection, More risks, More world legacy investments. Whatever you’re into. Writing or not.

*The photo is courtesy of Sophie Cunningham’s photography artwork last year. As her fellow flat mate, and coincidently, myself being the only drama student or more specifically, the only some-what naively willing flat mate with time on my hands, I quickly became a subject for her art work on numerous occasions. It was fun though, thanks Soph!