Thanks once again for the mention Marshall and very chuffed to have the 'read for the writing' indicator bestowed. I thought Jonathan Nunn's review was brilliant, a completely individual take that you wouldn't get from any other writer.
I refer to my other half as Mrs Smashed in my newsletter mainly because it makes me laugh, but also because she has a very respectable job and it's probably best for her not to be directly associated with my potty-mouthed ramblings.
I have just touched down back in Dubai this morning after four days in London. I felt a quiet nostalgia walking around a city I called home, but I could also feel how the city change. I thought about this steady Substack each time I stepped out for lunch! Clerkenwell was much more buzzy than Fetter Lane.
Also, I thought your opener about your wife was interesting more so because I find it weird that this is a line of commentary for people to chime in. I refer to my wife as Mrs EatGoSee somewhat as an homage to Gill but, also, she does not ask to be identified, and I prefer to keep her pseudo-anonymous for that reason. She is tickled when we step out together and people ask "Are you Mrs EatGoSee?".
…my wife also prefers not to appear in my work, to the extent I suspect some followers of my Instagram now assume I’m raising Lyra alone between hotel breakfasts and tasting menus…
Thanks once again for the mention Marshall and very chuffed to have the 'read for the writing' indicator bestowed. I thought Jonathan Nunn's review was brilliant, a completely individual take that you wouldn't get from any other writer.
I refer to my other half as Mrs Smashed in my newsletter mainly because it makes me laugh, but also because she has a very respectable job and it's probably best for her not to be directly associated with my potty-mouthed ramblings.
I have just touched down back in Dubai this morning after four days in London. I felt a quiet nostalgia walking around a city I called home, but I could also feel how the city change. I thought about this steady Substack each time I stepped out for lunch! Clerkenwell was much more buzzy than Fetter Lane.
Also, I thought your opener about your wife was interesting more so because I find it weird that this is a line of commentary for people to chime in. I refer to my wife as Mrs EatGoSee somewhat as an homage to Gill but, also, she does not ask to be identified, and I prefer to keep her pseudo-anonymous for that reason. She is tickled when we step out together and people ask "Are you Mrs EatGoSee?".
…my wife also prefers not to appear in my work, to the extent I suspect some followers of my Instagram now assume I’m raising Lyra alone between hotel breakfasts and tasting menus…