My first year of university was one characterised by severe imposter syndrome, insomnia and a creeping realisation that a life in the laboratory was not for me.
I am a podcast aficionado. In fact, I am rarely without my over-ear noise-cancelling headphones — be it in the office, in bed, or wandering around Oxford.
Last Friday, I visited the Munch Museum in Oslo, Norway. It was a glorious evening, and the sunlight had a shimmery silver quality to it as it reflected off the fiord.
Every night at five to nine, I brew myself a cup of peppermint tea, tuck myself into bed, open up my laptop and head over to the ITV website, right in time for the daily live showing of my most...
I was about 14 years old when, in search of a new Enid Blyton book, I stumbled upon my father’s teenage diaries wedged into the back of a bookcase in his library.
Some seven years ago, I was fortunate enough to travel to the furthermost part of the British Isles; the splintery archipelago of St Kilda, abandoned over a century ago.
On January 18, French actor Gaspard Ulliel collided with another skier at La Rosiere in Savoie, France. Ulliel, who was not wearing a helmet, suffered serious brain trauma and died in hospital the...
Summer is the season for reading, for stretching out on the sand with a new thriller, or retreating from the heat into the cool cocoon of an air-conditioned bedroom with a good romance.
Somehow, I have found myself living in a beautiful but crumbling old manor on the outskirts of Oxford, caring for a 93-year-old gentleman, his house, his extensive art collection, and the...
As an avid reader and aspiring writer, I have read (and no doubt written) my fair share of ridiculous metaphors, similes, analogies and other figures of speech.