My imaginary dinner party guest #3: Margaret Atwood

Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… Now there’s a table, a rapidly depleting selection of wines, a tepid pasta bake, a smattering of Pringle crumbs in a bowl, Leonard Cohen, Lana Del Rey, and me. Leonard’s ramped up the story-telling and Lana is sitting with one leg crossed elegantly over the other, hand-rolled cigarette inContinue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #3: Margaret Atwood”

My imaginary dinner party guest #2: Lana Del Rey

Previously on ‘My Imaginary Dinner Party’… There’s a table, a selection of wines, a crispy-on-top pasta bake, Leonard Cohen, and me. Leonard is relaying a long-winded but droll story about that time he made love to a beautiful archaeologist in Tel Aviv who inspired his unpublished poem Beauty in a Burka. I’ve got a weirdContinue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #2: Lana Del Rey”

My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen

It’s a classic silence-breaker question. If you could invite anyone in the world to a dinner party, alive or dead, who would it be and why? I have four guests at mine, and here’s the first. Oh and before you ask, we’re having pasta bake. Leonard Cohen This was the man who wrote the line:Continue reading “My imaginary dinner party guest #1: Leonard Cohen”

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

The title of this blog is my all time favourite line from any song, ever (excluding “up to my ass in alligators , let’s get it on with the alligator haters” by the great Anthony Kiedis).  Bon Iver music isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it is mine. In fact I’d go as far asContinue reading “And at once I knew I was not magnificent”