A love letter to London
Lots of new things: snow on the ground, Twickenham and the trickiness of making new friends.
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Toto, we’re not in Africa anymore.
My resting bitch face is no longer resting.
Quantum entanglement
Prepare for me to be on remarkably good behaviour for two weeks, starting tomorrow.
The children of the dirt
I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.
Nerve-shredding and giggles in the West End
Before the feeling of enchantment fades — going the way of my love of taking the tube and amusement at double decker red buses — I’ve decided to delve into the london theatre scene in earnest. As best my budget allows.
Don’t superglue drunk
Welcome to a world where the only way into the club on Saturday at 10pm is a £400 bottle of champagne.
Grime and glitter in the E1s
Today, alone, I zipped my black puffy jacket up the whole way, pulled up my hood and turned up Blink-182 on my iPod. Then I just wandered. Brick Lane on a Sunday is a marvellous place to be lost. Absolutely no one gives a damn.
