There’s so much I want to watch at the moment - I Hate Suzie and The Third Day and Us, and the rest of Harlots, and Schitt’s Creek given it just won everything at the Emmys, but first I have to tell you about how SHAMAZING The Morning Show is. Read More…

In general, I try to avoid really harrowing stuff on TV. There’s enough going on out there in the world without me sitting through death, disease and dystopian futures on screen. TV is escapism, my mind’s safety net, my evening respite, and tbf there was the occasional episode of Jonathan Creek that freaked me out. Read More…

Growing up, two musical events punctuated my year. One was listening to Nine Lessons and Carols on Christmas Eve, worrying that the choirboy chosen to sing ‘Once in Royal David’s City’ was going to fluff it. The other watching Last Night of the Proms, as the summer waned, wishing we were in the Royal Albert Hall with the raucous hordes. Read More…

I’ve been a bit tired and emotional this week. The boys went back to school, my youngest starting for the first time, marching off in his little uniform. I cried at the gates – not because of the momentousness of the occasion, or even because I was sorry to see them go (I’ve had five months of them, are you mad?), but because of the teachers, shrugging off their worries to welcome us with a smile. Read More…

Harlots last week; this week it’s Selling Sunset… From a couple of shillings in an alleyway to top dollar on the terrace. Is it worth it, though? Read More…