Interview // Anna Meredith


Rosie Davies talks to Scottish Album Of The Year winner Anna Meredith about her latest project.

Photo credit: Kate Bones.

Photo credit: Kate Bones.

People are, apparently, surprised to find out that Anna Meredith’s music has been written by a woman. If her music was, God forbid, marketed by Nestlé she’d be a grab bag of Mexican Chilli McCoys or a Yorkie. NOT FOR GIRLS!!!! Lol.

It feels like a betrayal to something or someone to whisper, “Yeah, I can kind of see what they mean.”

Good Mental #9: Top Five Tips for Instant Weight Loss


Rosie Davies writes the latest entry in her Good Mental series on life and sanity, this time taking a satirical look at how the media talks about body image and weight loss. 


Do you ever accidentally catch sight of yourself in the mirror and feel like a big fat disgusting slob? That’s probably because you are one!

Here at Shame! we know how easy it is to let yourself go. We’re just like you! Whether it’s a cheeky crisp at the pub (3 calories) or a naughty oatcake with your soup (17 calories), we all need to let off steam sometimes so don’t feel too bad about those 20 calories – we’re all human after all and, like we’ve just said, we’re just like you, too. We wouldn’t be real women if we didn’t obsess over everything that goes into our mouths!

Good Mental #8: Four Types of Anxiety, and How To Kick Them Up The Arse


Rosie Davies writes the latest entry in her Good Mental series on life, sanity, and how to keep it in a world which wants to steal it.


Anyone who has ever experienced either capital-A Anxiety or a more confined panic attack will be well familiar with the scenario in which you imagine yourself running out into the middle of the street and just starting shouting for help, and becoming exactly the sort of person that no-one wants to help because they are, perhaps rightly, afraid of getting sucked down into your desperate, grasping madness. (Also, if you’re anything like me then you’ve imagined yourself naked in this scenario; why do we always assume that when we go mad we’ll also take all our clothes off? I hate taking my clothes off; I live in Scotland, it’s freezing. I can’t imagine ever getting to a stage of madness where I no longer recognise that being cold is deeply unpleasant; a comforting thought.) The worst part is that, if someone did stop and say “how can I help, you big naked lunatic?” you wouldn’t have an answer because you’ve no idea what you need other than someone helping, right now, or… something. You don’t even know what the something is but you know it’s AWFUL.

Good Mental #7: Five Ridiculous Things People With Anxiety Believe


Rosie Davies is back! This is her latest Good Mental column on life, sanity, and how to keep it in a world which wants to steal it.


I once had to do a talk in front of some students, and I was really nervous about it. I’m always fascinated by what different people mean when they say they’re nervous, so I’ll clarify and say that for me, this meant not being able to stop thinking about it for two weeks beforehand. Whilst that doesn’t sound too bad – normal, even – the constant thinking turned me into an absolute mess of a human being. The only respite I got was in that blissful couple of moments when you’ve just woken up and everything’s soft and warm and your mind is cocooned in a warm glob of amber honey and then BANG. The Talk.

Anxiety Part 1: Or, 5 Ridiculous Things People With Anxiety Believe


For this special edition of Good Mental, Rosie Davies writes about anxiety.


I once had to do a talk in front of some students, and I was really nervous about it. To clarify, when I say really nervous, I mean that I became the world’s biggest arsehole.

Nothing whatsoever could turn my mind away from worrying about this vile event. For three weeks beforehand, I could not stop thinking or talking about it, to the extent that I should have sent a group text apologising to everyone I’d encountered socially. I would bet money on the fact that if someone had called to say that my mother had been hit by a bus, I would have thought “well yes, but what about my talk?”

Good Mental #4: What’s Your Dream Job?


The latest in the Good Mental column on life, sanity, and how to keep it in a world which wants to steal it. By Rosie Davies.

Here’s a fun activity for a wet winter’s afternoon (I’m just assuming it’s wet: if not, get outside): Think of all the people you know well. Then make a list of the ones you’d describe as being truly happy.

The first ones that pop into your head will no doubt have Good Things in their lives – big, obvious, they-have-X-therefore-contentment type events. Their broad spectrum will be speckled with partners, engagements and babies; professional achievements, dream jobs and exciting locations, or, in some cases, a selection of the above (to which I say: arseholes). Then try adding “…and, are they happy?” to the end of their little life CV and see if it makes you feel like a bit of a dick. Because for you to imply that this person feels any kind of unhappiness, even if it is just a mild feeling of dissatisfaction, is to say that they have somehow failed; that what they thought of as a failsafe means to being content may not actually be doing the job. And that bit is probably one of the most terrifying things you can level at someone. Hence, feeling like a bit of a dick.

Good Mental: Or, How To Keep Your Mind In A World Which Wants To Steal It


Today on the blog, the first in a series by Rosie Davies about, well, life.

You’re getting on with your day, minding your own business, enjoying a comfortable feeling of neutrality and then BANG, you bump into someone and they ask you the worst question in the world.

‘What have you been up to?’

If this question does not fill you with a low-level sense of dread, then don’t bother reading the rest of this post – you don’t need it. In fact, I’m surprised you’ve even found the time to read it what with all the wonderful things you’ve have filled your life with. If, on the other hand, this question fills you with a building, rushing impulse to shout ‘Fuck off!’ and run in the other direction, then stay with me.

I started thinking about why I dreaded it so much for a rather embarrassing reason. I’d bumped into someone on a break from work and, of course, he asked the inevitable question – because that’s what normal people do. They might trick you by wording it slightly differently, but it’s the same thing no matter how you phrase it. They want things: a list of cold, hard things which you’ve achieved.



Reconstruction – a piece of creative writing by Rosie Davies.

I have always had a problem with letting go. I mean this in both senses of the phrase. The first is something more akin to ‘letting loose’ – letting your hair down, going with the flow. Releasing your imagined control over external events and relaxing with them as they go about their course.