Yesterday I went into town to do some competition analysis at Foyles Charing Cross Rd and as it was so close, popped into the National Portrait Gallery to check out the Women Writers exhibition. I peeled of the tracksuit-t-shirt outfit I have been wearing for the last few days and donned a checked shirt, smart […]

This weekend we have been staying with my parents and on Sunday night, my mum dug up a load of old photos to show my other half, childhood holidays mainly. The photos charting the change from toddler to child, child to teenager. Three photos got me. One of me and my sister holding hands when […]

Over the last two weeks I’ve been doing a lot of proof reading or copy editing as they call it. After a whole day of just starting at words on a page you start to get into the zone. Mistakes sort of jump out at you, like a lonely bracket without its partner or two […]

…is the word I learnt yesterday. It refers to a journalist who is labouring under the misapprehension that he or she is also an academic. One of the people on my team is working with a writer who she described thus. I, myself, thought it was rather funny.

Quark (no, I have not stepped on the toe of a rather posh, Eton educated duck, but am starting a sentence about the software, beloved of all designers) is a bit annoying. Picture the scene, I am on my first day of work experience, after a morning of heaving dusty books from one place to […]