The minotaurs aren’t real, the minotaurs aren’t real
He scrawls his number on a card. “You have trouble, you call me, Alexandra.” (The Greeks love my name.) “Just call,” he urges, eyes crinkling around the edges.
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Turn the lights off / Carry me home
It’s the last day of my 20s. The title of this blog has been unashamedly borrowed from Douglas Adams and here I’m going to borrow another of his deliciously pithy phrases: Don’t Panic.
Tojours des fammes! Summertime, wine and women’s business.
Sober September backfires. Hello N-overindulgence-ember.
An unsettlingly big place 