Joanna Grochowicz

Nov 13, 2024 | perspectivemedia.com | Joanna Grochowicz |Anne-Elisabeth Moutet

It’s not a test – which cake Michael Palin will choose from the assortment I’ve brought as a gift – but reveals his appetite for mischief. There’s the decadent chocolatey thing, the one with a pleasing texture dusted with icing sugar, and the woefully overdone scone, studded with burnt raisins. Palin chooses the scone. “I like dry and uninteresting,” he riffs, with a mouth full of crumbs. “This is like eating something out of the archaeological museum.

Jun 24, 2024 | schooldaysmagazine.com | Joanna Grochowicz

All members of the 1911 - 1914 Australian Antarctic expedition are included, together with their nick names, ages and professions There are drawings including maps detailing the routes they took. "When people in Australia asked Mawson when he returned from a particularly gruelling expedition in 1909 if he would like to return to Antarctica he swiftly replied, "never". Yet here he was again with these members of this expedition'.

Jun 1, 2024 | perspectivemedia.com | Joanna Grochowicz |Ash Ranpura

It’s the first real day of summer sun in London and we’ve chosen to meet in the dark. Or rather, in a rickety eighteenth-century building amid the chipped furniture and faded roller blinds of a writers’ club in Soho. Charles Spencer sits on a threadbare banquette by the open sash window as the clinking of bottle deliveries and shouted conversations drift up from Lexington Street.

Mar 31, 2024 | perspectivemedia.com | Joanna Grochowicz

Everyone’s world ends. Sometimes I wish mine would. Crashing bores at dinner parties, long-haul flights, school prizegiving, Christmas church services with my grandparents when I was a kid and all I wanted was to open my presents. Those sermons seemed to stretch on for days, while I imagined commensurate cheerless, icy landscapes. I had no resilience for droning homilies or windbag ministers. Far better to be at school.

Aug 15, 2023 | perspectivemag.co.uk | Joanna Grochowicz

Formulated on a whim, my July plans were wildly optimistic. Maybe it was the London summer, shaping up to be remarkably similar to a New Zealand winter, that sparked my sudden nostalgia for all things Kiwi. Maybe it was the fact I was steadily accumulating a series of mild ailments that motivated me to return to the place where I was completely understood – at least in terms of my medical history.