This is a feature I wrote for PMA about taking your mum to Camden. This is why I currently have no social life. More stories to come in the following days. Ask your mum if she wants to go Camden market and she’s likely to mention the Goths, punks and Amy Winehouse as reasons not [...]
Last night was Ana’s birthday BBQ. I had to write two stories today about different events that I had attended this weekend, so naturally everyone at the party suggested that I write about the party. I doubt that I my teacher would let me get away with it so I doing it for your own [...]
I went out with the brothers G (Gil and Guy) last night to see an improv night based purely on the group’s name – Grand Theft Impro at a pub called the Wheatsheaf – near Charlotte Street. I half expected the area to be pretty quiet as most of meejia (dahhling) would be at the NMAs [...]
The last week or so has been kind of awful. Not the kind of awful where someone you love has a life threatening illness, or you lose your goldfish, or even a somewhat larger pet, but defeating none the less. Our house got burgled last Thursday, some junkie (I’m not generalising, James saw him) smashed Guy’s and my [...]