I have been walking around with my head down. This is the thought that strikes me while looking at the mural on Glenelg Road. It is preceded by a number of other thoughts – like ‘it’s massive!’ and – ‘how did she get that water to look so watery?’. But then I think: I have walke…
“The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembe…
Amber Massie-Blomfield
As an author with a book to promote, it falls to me to remind you that my first book, Twenty Theatres to See Before You Die, is a really wonderful Chri…
Amber Massie-Blomfield
‘At seven in the evening a yellow car pulled up by the house… the driver wore jeans and a dusty black shirt with white buttons. She had come from Galic…
Amber Massie-Blomfield
World is crazier and more of it than we think, / Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion / A tangerine and spit the pips and feel / The drunkenness of …
Amber Massie-Blomfield
I am thinking of Ken Saro-Wiwa. Today is the 25th anniversary of his execution. Saro-Wiwa was an author and the Nobel Peace Prize nominated campaigner …
Amber Massie-Blomfield
We had plans this weekend. My family were due to visit us at our new place. I intended to cook for them and to make up our guest bed with freshly laund…
Amber Massie-Blomfield
Clodgy. Gawm. Gubber. Ike. Pug. Sleach. The Sussex dialect apparently contains around 30 different words for mud: the sticky kind, the puddling kind, t…
Amber Massie-Blomfield
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