Gabriel and me

OK, let’s start with a little quiz. Ten famous Gabriels? There’s the angel, known for appearing to a certain woman in Nazareth, and being played by the blonde girl in primary school Nativity plays (I suppose of the predominantly male parts available, an angel is closer to androgynous than a Wise MAN…) Erm… and then… […]

Bob Dylan and me

I spent most of my youth protesting my hatred of Bob Dylan. Partly because, when I was young and fond of the kind of hyper-airbrushed, synthesised, poppy harmonies and energetic dancing of various manufactured bands, the Bobster’s nasally voice, irritating habit of making very long songs and the complete oddity of an organ thing every […]

Simón Bolívar and…

…well, it’s not really about me, is it? But you see, ever since I got interested, really interested, in Spanish, it was Latin America that fascinated me. I’m not really sure why: I don’t think it was just an exotic thing (over the Atlantic being more exciting than across the Channel and down a bit), […]

Delia and me

I’ve got to say, that’s not really a flattering thought, is it? I don’t really, as a twenty year old, head into the kitchen and immediately channel my inner Delia Smith. (Or at least, I don’t admit that I do). What about Nigella Lawson, I hear you cry? Rachel Khoo? Lorraine Pascal? Nope, sorry. I […]

Atticus and me

Yes, that’s right, Atticus, as in Atticus Finch. I know he’s fictional, and I don’t care. It was Atticus that was responsible for me wanting to be a lawyer, and it was him that made me realise, a few years later, that it wasn’t at all the career for me? Why? Because I was young […]

Napoleon and me

You know, after last week, I decided that it was important not to just concentrate on the big subjects, that they might be a bit too famous, and have already had a bit too much critical attention thrown on them to be tackled by little old me in a few hundred words. So this week […]

Monet and me

The first in what will hopefully be a new weekly series, in which I will attempt to explain my interest in a particular artist, writer, historical or political figure or other cultural icon. To kick us off: the good old Monster… Monet and I go back a long way. Not literally, you understand, since our […]