I like weekends like this: Cocktails Roof terrace Chat Dinner Chat Wine Tango Chat Wine Death hour return home Beer New friends Tapas Chat Cava Wine Life-righting Whiskey Chat Bourbon Gut-spillage Death hour return home A little work Bourbon More gut – spillage A little work Wine Impromtu gig Making new friends The leisure of […]
Imagine the scene. You are fourteen and eleven years old. It’s Saturday night. Your mum is flapping around the house, running backwards and forwards to the kitchen – in her turban, wearing glittery eye shadow and possibly her dance shoes. She’s setting the coffee table with snacks and she’s already opened the cava. You’ve got […]
…. a bit of a party. So, as I pack for green and pleasant lands, I can reflect on the year that was, and look forward to the year that will be. With, I have to say, a little twinge of excitement. Keep it on the down low, I think it’s going to be a good […]
For the second time in the last three months, I’ve been picked up in a tornado of unexpected, and marvellously spontaneous activity on a Friday night, and not seen the outside world until I landed heavily on the other side, this time on my way to work on Wednesday morning. Dark glasses an absolute necessity, […]
I forced myself to the gym last night to kick-start, ‘operation lift funk’. And I have to say, with the help of the man-mountain next to me who was competing with five foot, fiddy-fi kilo me*, I managed to finally begin the arduous process of dragging my sad and sorry, gym-less, pyjama-wearing, wine-coiffing, spaghetti-laden arse out of the […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 