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Erica Buist
@ericabuist.bsky.social
Writer. Journalist (Guardian). Author (THIS PARTY’S DEAD). Writing tutor (CityLit).
Social media director Tupelo Press. Creative Writing PhD Lancaster.
Late diagnosed AuDHD.
Writing a novel but I’m ok.
Sometimes my dog barks at me from the other room because he wants food or a walk. Sometimes it’s because he’s on the sofa, and feels very strongly that I should be too.
October 20, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Glad I’m doing something right
October 11, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Listen lads - Trump, Vance, Hegseth - at the risk of repeating myself: YOU don’t need to pray. You have the power to change the gun laws.
September 10, 2025 at 8:47 PM
What in the cartoon-nineteen-fifties-housewife is he on about now?

www.chortle.co.uk/news/2025/09...
September 6, 2025 at 3:29 PM
My dog and I went to an off-grid cabin in a forest in Norfolk. The meteor shower was a bonus.
August 14, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Oh good, more thoughts and prayers. So much cheaper than funding the agency that monitors and gives early warnings on natural disasters.

Not as effective - dozens died - but cheaper.
July 6, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Thunder and lightning! FINALLY Friday 13th has a sense of bloody occasion
June 13, 2025 at 9:07 AM
I don’t know who might need this, but… every time I take my dog Ludo for a walk, he literally will not go down the stairs until I have allowed him to position himself like this, and until he has received sufficient head pats and proclamations that he is a good - nay, the best - boy.
June 9, 2025 at 2:28 PM
The journalists involved must have looked back over the story searching for the moment they should have known. I don’t know why but for me it would be this bit.
June 8, 2025 at 7:09 AM
I mean…
June 6, 2025 at 3:11 PM
It’s… *sniffles* it’s beautiful.
June 5, 2025 at 10:58 PM
We turned 40.
May 8, 2025 at 9:32 AM
When Finkowska and I met he was deathly allergic to cats, and I have one. So he’s been daily taking allergy injections for about five years now. They work.
May 5, 2025 at 7:29 AM
We are in Crete, and we’ve been adopted by a cat. She sits on us for hours on end, follows us around, and miaows pitifully when we go inside. We named her Artemis (Artie) and she’s so smart she’s already answering to it. Guess I’m going to be bawling on the flight home then.
May 5, 2025 at 7:24 AM
I just came back from a couple of days in a cabin in the woods of north Norfolk. I am now suffering from major post-cabin blues. I cannot remember the last time I was so far from light pollution it was possible to photograph the stars (you can see Orion in the fourth pic!)
April 3, 2025 at 10:01 AM
I often worry that I have time blindness, but after seeing a man last night get off the tube, go to the fence at the side of the platform, start pissing, then hear the BEEPBEEPBEEP of the doors closing and dash back onto the train *still pissing*, I’m feeling less concerned.
March 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
I will be joining some other weirdos this evening at Fabrica Brighton where we’ll be talking about death. Specifically I’ll be talking about my book, This Party’s Dead, the seven festivals for the dead I visited and how I got hit in the head by a dancing corpse. (Sold out, but there is a waitlist!)
March 27, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Oh my god.
Why why why must I always do an embarrassing typo.
I meant pets.
I MEANT PETS.
March 18, 2025 at 9:47 AM
I was hoping this would happen. There are other countries, other labs, other sources of funding. Welcome back, science.

(Cartoon: Brain Drain by Oliver Schoff.)
March 18, 2025 at 9:00 AM
I had a chat with Nicola at @thelondonstandard.bsky.social about journalism, AI and being wrong
open.spotify.com/episode/0VvQ...
March 14, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Gonna propose to my boyfriend so I can divorce him over this.
February 17, 2025 at 12:05 PM
I can just about handle a throat infection so persistent that I’m having to be told “no, if it’s an abscess you definitely SHOULD NOT poke it with a needle!”… but to be told to gargle with salt water and have only pink Himalayan salt in the cupboard, I mean… I’m from
Slough. I can’t handle this.
February 16, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Thought I’d better let you know that this evening Bollie looks like a trucker at a gas station saying “Fill ‘er up.”
January 23, 2025 at 11:28 PM
@deathtospinach.bsky.social girl he’s cheating on you I’m so sorry
January 21, 2025 at 9:36 PM
He looks at me as if to say “You wouldn’t understand, the things I’ve seen…”
Little man, I raised you from a kitten. You’re a hypersomniac house cat.
You’ve seen, like, eight things.
January 21, 2025 at 5:11 PM