Pine (NHB Modern Plays)

Do you look at climate change and capitalism failing and the lack of natural resources to support ten billion people and just think: I’m sure it will be okay / no one will miss Norfolk that much anyway?

When our parents were our age they owned property. Imagine that! They had jobs for life, pensions, holidays, life insurance, nice cars.

I have a first-class honours degree and an MA with distinction and I’m counting trees for a living.

You cannot be seeing what I see because the next twenty years is terrifying.

where you see stuff I have, I just see stuff that has gone horribly wrong or that will go horribly wrong very soon.

I am asking you to qualify your baseless, unfounded, relentless optimism. How is everything going to be all right? Why is that your answer to everything? Because

Actually there’s a grotesque argument that someone fleeing Syria or South Sudan has more to look forward to than we do because their circumstances will almost certainly improve.

young twenty-something making one mistake at a time with my kooky but hilarious friends, who all wear fabulous vintage clothes as we Instagram ourselves artfully smoking liquorice rollies on the steps of our five-storey Victorian mansion on Peckham Rye and play at being poor whilst our parents subsidise our astronomical London rent.

Then I go back to scouring the automated email from the jobsite until my eyes sting and wait for the phone to ring – desperate to see a withheld number because that’s my temping agency asking me to sit behind another reception desk and stare into space all day for eight pounds an hour and listening to everyone telling me that I’m not working hard enough because this didn’t happen to them, they could always pay their rent, it wasn’t like this in their day and ‘have you tried’ – fuck – have you tried writing a letter to the editor?

I have given writing a blog some thought. Thank you.

Oh yeah. I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about going into a bar with quirky mismatching wooden furniture, ordering a latte in a jam jar, turning on my MacBook Air and writing about the hilarious trials and tribulations of being a