Arriving late to a house party is a dislocating experience, like turning on a film near the end and trying to work out what’s been going on. And if this was any film, it was somewhere between Planet of the Apes and one of those bad American romcoms that goes straight to DVD.
One of the [...]
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Notes to self after bank holiday weekend spent in Wales:
1) Always expect a little bit of rain when you visit Wales. Even if it’s just for 5 minutes, like a weather-shaped memo: ‘Haha, yes. That’s right, you’d forgotten for a moment hadn’t you? You’re in WALES’
2) Damson gin is surprisingly good.
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By the time we had queued for half an hour at the fourth tube stop I was beginning to agree with the fat man standing next to me:
‘I’m telling you, running the London Marathon’s a doddle. It’s the supporting that’s really tough’
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I turned up at a dinner party last week wearing three different kinds of eye shadow. At work that day I had ordered in four bags of designer make-up samples for a shoot. The office was empty, one thing led to another, and before I knew it I looked like Boy George.
A couple of the [...]
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