Monthly Archives: March 2013


I was warned pretty frequently about Trainspotting, that it was foulmouthed, gross, and even that was when you could decipher the Scottish Advertisements

Little Women

When I was about thirteen, my Mum suggested this book to me and it was a challenge that I dutifully accepted. I knew that she had read it when she was about my age and loved it, and considering how similar we are, assumed I would too. I couldn’t have been more wrong. In many […]


From about the age of three when Matilda was on TV every 2 months, my Mum attempted to sit me down and watch the film adaptation of Road Dahl’s Matilda with me. I got to the part where Miss Trunchbull walked up to the house were Matilda was hiding before running upstairs, unable to bring […]