Posts By: Hilary Beattie

A Rant

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Please, allow me to bluster on through this desert of self-flagellation and justify my wallowing to you, undeserving reader. What goes unacknowledged, by those who tell me that “I am my own harshest critic”, is that impossible is something. Read more »

Lite Mayonnaise Is Shit

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There is a twenty-year-old social equivalent of being sixteen and not driving other people while on your Restricted, and I don’t know what it is, but I’m probably doing it, and it’s probably dire. Read more »

Mulled Whine With H.G. Beattie

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Steven, why did someone look at me strangely after they said that my degree was ‘classic civil servant stuff’ and I rejoined with ‘ah, well, you see, I hope to one day end up in the bowels of a government department, shunted sideways into some kind of not-quite-middle- management tax-related capacity?’ Read more »

Mulled Whine With H.G. Beattie

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So I had better get onto writing my memoirs now. I can save you time with yours: don’t look to Memoirs of a Geisha. Or the fictitious but equally uninstructive memoirs of a gay Shah. (“They didn’t eject me, Iran!” – thank you and goodnight.) Read more »

Mulled Whine with H.G. Beattie

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This is where erotica falls down for me. Bridget Jones is flawed yet somehow different, right, but you’re under no false impression that her first time was with some Gosling lookalike in a four-poster bed overlooking the Seine where they had simultaneous orgasms and then just held each other for three days straight because he wanted to. Read more »