I met Gretchen and Rosa for a Mexican after work on Friday. Gretchen got stuck in the big Friday monsoon and Rosa went to rescue her so they were running late.

After calling my Mum, checking my emails, finishing all of our welcome tortillas, noticing that Fern Cotton was sitting at the neighbouring table and reading [...]

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View from the roof (yes, that is a bed)

Last weekend was spent in Mallorca enjoying the definitive perk of working in magazine journalism: the press trip.

If you’re not sure what a press trip is, imagine a school trip, but substitute the damp youth hostel in Swanage for a five star hotel, and the educational [...]

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I realised on Saturday night that the reason I’d been feeling so middle-aged of late is because I hadn’t been to the World’s Best Nightclub at all this year.

It’s now very clear that an absence from this place has been altering my personality – so slowly I hadn’t noticed it, like the movement of tectonic [...]

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After 4 days spent in the indoor 10 metre triangle of illness (bathroom, bedroom, sofa) I was feeling better, and a little bit claustrophobic, so I walked to the park with Adina to time her while she went off on her very short daily run.

She doesn’t really like running on her own because there’s no-one [...]

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