Adventures in the Algarve…

I’ve been radio-silent for the last ten days or so, on holiday with friends in the Algarve. We were staying by the sea, just outside of Albufeira. It’s a beautiful part of the world, although the tourists hotspots of Albufeira are like Little England, with Brits on parade, beer in hand and red lobster skin on display to the world,… Read more →

Review: Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman, is, simply put, wonderful. I loved it. I loved it to the point where I want to dress up as Wonder Woman and run around pretending to fight evil, and I’m 34 years old. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be a little girl and see a woman like Diana on the big screen –… Read more →

At the going down of the sun…

I visited the National Memorial Arboretum at the weekend, which, strange as it may sound, is one of my favourite places to go on a warm summer’s day. I think most people think of it as a military memorial garden, and certainly it’s full of military memorials to regiments, battles, campaigns, units, but it’s actually open to any kind of… Read more →

Review: The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir – Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich

There is a term in tort law known as ‘proximate cause’, which effectively means an event closely enough related to an outcome resulting in an injury that it can be deemed the cause of said injury. Not necessarily directly, or even immediately obviously, but in law a narrative must start somewhere and end somewhere, and both of those somewheres must… Read more →

Who killed Sister Cathy?

I spent most of the weekend utterly glued to the TV screen watching Netflix’s latest documentary series, The Keepers, which dropped on Friday night. It’s gruelling, gripping viewing, and it’s haunting me still, hours after I finished the last episode. I think it’ll haunt me for a while. It’s about the unsolved murder of a young nun, Sister Cathy Cesnik,… Read more →

Review: ‘So High a Blood: The Story of Margaret Douglas, the Tudor That Time Forgot’ – Morgan Ring

Margaret Douglas is buried in Henry VII’s Lady Chapel in Westminster Abbey, close to the tomb of her great-grandmother Margaret Beaufort, with whom she has much in common. History remembers both, if they are remembered at all, as dominant, forceful women, scheming and plotting to see their children crowned. How true a portrait that is can only ever be a… Read more →

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

So apparently Mamma Mia will be getting a sequel. I for one am fully on board with this. Quite apart from the fact that it is my guilty pleasure movie, Pierce Brosnan, bless his heart, cannot carry a tune, and it is cheesier than Cheese Night at the Student Union followed by cheesy chips at 3 in the morning –… Read more →