Sophie Lee's Blog
Welcome to 2020 and to the world of slhippocampus!

The new decade has dawned dramatically, trailing the carcasses of climate change related devastation in its wake, whilst simultaneously ushering in diplomatic catastrophes, threats of imminent violence, blundering despots, uprisings and nail-bitingly long-awaited court cases. How is this a welcoming introduction to my website, you ask? Well, this year I aim to soothe you with my random, rambling observations of modern life and I’ll throw in a sprinkling of minutiae to provide a brief respite from the madness unfolding around us.



I’m currently writing some new fiction so anything novel or short related is as thrilling to me as a… I dunno, a pair of box-fresh Todds are to someone by the name of Tarquin who is on his way to Tramps following a shooting party.



Please feel free to congratulate me now for not mentioning Brexit thus far. I think the national obsession here will wane slightly under Let’s Get Brexit Done Boris so that we may finally focus on the many other pressing matters that require our thought and attention. Of course, I could be completely wrong, but that will still give me something to write to you about, when they can no longer get urgent pharmaceuticals across the European borders and I end up in hospital. It’ll be jolly. Promise!

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I look forward to spending 2020 with you and don’t worry, everything will be hippocampus.

Sophie
  1. 15 January 2019

     

     

    Monday 7thJanuary

    Still emerging from the shadow of our Grey-Staycation. The 2018 ‘festive season’ was re-categorised as a pre-exam study break and meant staying put under the cauldron of skies.  The permanently damp sidewalks are now populated by Xmas trees lying naked on their sides and grimly determined commuters in puffer jackets with AirPods jammed in their ears. My New Year’s Resolution? Screw resolutions. ‘Just get through it’ is more freakin like it as the Brexit vote looms.

    Tis the season of late sunrises and gloomy forecasts. If another weather update predicts ‘dull’ skies, I’ll whack myself in the face with Gwyneth Paltrow’s Clean Living cookbook. While walking at 4pm today I was briefly surprised it was still light.

    “Practically spring,” mutters a teen in the kitchen later, their eyes glued to the constant light source that is their iPhone.

    I had resolved to bury my head in the […]


  2. 15 January 2019

    January Diary


  3. 29 November 2018

    So there I was flippantly pondering what effect Brexit would have on the social kiss hello. Would the quasi-Continental both- cheek kiss greeting,  the most commonly observed formality in London,  no longer be palatable post -Brexit? What exactly  did  the pre-EU full English kiss hello consist of? Was it like the current Australian greeting amongst friends ; a shoulder barge followed by a hearty smack on the left cheek (well that’s the way I do it)? Or was it a stiff upper lip air kiss like a haughty hen inhaling the breeze as it lays an egg in a mild November mist?What I think I’m enquiring about is this: will we need to revert to the kissing customs of 20 years ago to honour  the imminent departure from the EU?

    But this flippancy has melted into fear at the latest news. It has mostly been possible, up until now, to […]