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
I seriously need to sort out my finances. My New Year hangover was less 'oh, god, my head' and more 'oh god, my bank balance', and the really frustrating thing is that this situation was entirely avoidable. I am not rich, particularly by London standards, but my salary should be enough for me to get… Continue reading All day long I’d biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy (wo)man
Meet the parents. 3 small words, a shitload (literally) of anxiety. I'm not talking about his parents. His parents were fine. I jumped in head first by meeting them for the first time in August. By going on holiday with them. For a week. Oh and there was a language barrier. But somehow I didn't… Continue reading Meet. The. Parents.