As you are no doubt aware I have a very high-powered, high pressured job where every decision I make can mean life and death. I also am sometimes called upon to save a damsel in distress when the printer malfunctions. To alleviate this pressure my boss gives us a monthly task. For February 2014 we had … Continue reading The Wrong Writer.
Month: February 2014
Holding them.
In October 2013 I wrote up a piece originally written by my grandfather Friedrich Wilhelm Schiernecker about his experiences in Nazi occupied Amsterdam. It helped me to understand a man I had never really felt an affinity with. Unfortunately Wim was recently moved into a residential care home because he is unable to look after … Continue reading Holding them.
Flat beats.
This week I have become very popular. On Saturday I celebrated my birthday with cake and Dexter Season 5. This meant that everyone felt obliged to let me know how well they wished me. This was of course lovely but the popularity is yet to wane. Every day I receive calls and emails from people … Continue reading Flat beats.
Breaking promises to my former self.
I was death-obsessed as a teenager. I thought there was something cool and poetic about leaving a beautiful corpse. I was sure I had to leave the earth at 27 like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain. When Amy Winehouse joined their numbers I started to think differently. She was someone I … Continue reading Breaking promises to my former self.
Fifteen minutes.
Andy Warhol famously said that in the future everyone would be famous for fifteen minutes. In the last couple of weeks I genuinely came to believe that at long last my chance had come, my 900 seconds in the spotlight, my perfect moment (as Martin McCutcheon would put it before she went off peddling yoghurt … Continue reading Fifteen minutes.
