Jun 28, 2019 | Uncategorized
“I’m dead.” I said this to Olly multiple times on Tuesday night as I sweat not only my guts but also my eyeballs, heart valves, hopes, and dreams out onto the mat rolled out in our lounge. Of course, I’m not actually dead because I’m writing this email to...
Jun 19, 2019 | Uncategorized
Back in secondary school (a.k.a. high school), the art department organised an evening fashion show and the year 9 students had to create their outfits for the runway in art class. Year 9 = around 14 years old. The theme was Brighton Rock. One of my friends decided to...
Jun 14, 2019 | Uncategorized
I think his name was Dave. All it took was a phone call and he was in and out of the house in less than 3 hours. I don’t think I told Olly (my other half) what I was doing, but that’s nothing new. We’d just moved from a one-bed flat to a three-bed house, which meant...
Jun 10, 2019 | Uncategorized
I was a bit young to be waving a real war sword around the dining room, but if my grandparents were going to leave it in the giant, old fireplace, what did they expect from a kid who thought pushing boundaries was her calling? Then there was the “yard of ale” glass...
Jun 3, 2019 | Uncategorized
There’s not much to like about the London Underground. It’s stuffy, gloomy, and there are humans everywhere (along with a few mice, but they’re cute). If you’re lucky enough to get a seat, you know around forty million butts have imprinted themselves there before you,...
Apr 24, 2019 | Uncategorized
I was 10 years old and strutting towards the school gates in my scarlet sweater and oversized rucksack when my friend asked me whether I knew that my surname was also a “rude word”. I did not know. But since that day, I’ve been reluctant to say my surname out loud. If...
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