https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADNbtAID5wM I'm not actually talking about the Broadway musical here (despite how sad I am that I missed total bae Gavin Creel reprising the role in London). Nope, I'm talking leg hair, pit hair, any hair that a female presenting person is supposed to get rid of. A note at this point: If this makes… Continue reading I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know
At Glastonbury last week (CLANG, I know), I was struck my how many people in their late teens and early twenties surrounded us to watch Liam Gallagher. Eh? I'd have expected a bunch of men in their thirties, but nope, here was the kid who looked bored as hell and spent the whole time putting… Continue reading Party like it’s 1999
TW: Racism/xenophobia and homophobia I've written about my love for London before. All there is to do, its sights, its political leanings. I even got a little teary watching the new London is Open video, about all different kinds of people being able to make their home here and be embraced by the city.… Continue reading London is open?
9th May marks Lost Socks Memorial Day, a day to bid a fond farewell to those never-to-be-reunited pairs, forever separated by the laundry/that weekend trip/those moths. It got me thinking about other things I've lost, too. Big and small. Meaningful and trivial. Loss is a big word and it can describe an all-encompassing hole in… Continue reading The things we’ve lost
You're at a comedy night. Things are going well, there's been some laughs and, so far, no drunk hecklers. All in all a good night out. Until the person holding the mic makes a joke along the lines of 'Women. Am I right?'. Suddenly you're pissed off and you've paid £15 for the privilege. So… Continue reading 5 social-justice friendly comedians
On a beautifully sunny day off a few weeks back, I finally visited the Tower of London for the first time ever, and in the spirit of being a tourist in my own city, spent five hours wandering around soaking it all in (note to self: audio guides are actually properly worth spending a few… Continue reading Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner
Yes, I am aware that the pun in this title is horrific. I love a terrible pun so you're just going to have to deal with it. I've avoided writing extensively about Brexit up until this point because it's divisive, confusing, and frankly I've been sticking my head in the sand about it for quite… Continue reading Knowing me, knowing EU