‘You can make a living, but it’s not living,’ a friend of mine said earlier this week as we discussed our growing disillusionment with London.
In lieu of any fictional writing this week, I thought I’d devote a little more attention to this blog. As I emerge from the mire
This weekend, I finally broke. Since January my mind has been living in the fictional world I’ve created. Only I’m no JK Rowling and this
So London survived the Tube Strike and normal service has resumed. The trains are once again the everyday cluster fuck of Michael Kors bags and passive aggression. There
Deep breath. Count to ten. Think of nice things. Bunny rabbits. Sunshine. Sian Williams. At 6am this morning I was sat at my computer, furiously
I originally wrote an entire entry about how much I hate The Libertines, but I deleted it. The only thing worthwhile it yielded was describing Doherty’s