Sleepless Summer of 2018
> When you know one day we'll all be talking about 'that summer of 2018' in London fondly and the youngster will not believe... We probably started living in a civilized society some 12 thousand years ago. We were making love, making up stories, honouring gods,
Summer Days (daze?)
Safe to say when Carol Lawrence's birthday falls on Friday, the celebrations won't cease until Monday. After streetfood&dance bonanza on Friday, Pride blurriness of Saturday (Bradley Cooper and his sausage. Dog.) and an Argentinian pool party & bbq on Sunday (a day of THE
Strawberry Moon
Yesterday's Full Moon also called a Strawberry Moon, as always an excuse for a strawberry daiquiri (first drink I ever mixed that doesn't make people want to take their life), some magick making, tarot reading, star gazing and mosquitos wrestling. We have lucked out with this
Venice 18'
Back from the heart of the oven..30 hrs anniversary rom com madness marked by jumping from various surfaces and into various sources of water, and otherwise flying together (yes, a constant hydrating with a wine spritz could have something to do with it) as we have been doing for
M/uddy/ & M/agical /
Going out in London on New Years Eve is always a terrifyingly expensive, seldomly fun and almost never a satisfying affair. I think the 'end-of-the-year' and 'I paid my two-weeks-grocery-allowance for the ticket excluding the drinks' effect puts a pressure on having an epic night comparable
Worshipful Company of Fishmongers
* (which mind you IS A THING - an official guild of sellers of fish and seafood, but I've always called Gill Fisher's clan this way and their company always is worshipful) I've been first introduced to the peculiar case of Highgate Vampire by Gill&
Christmas Panto & Prosecco
...which somehow turned into a tradition. Third time in a row Emma is directing a Christmas pantomime at the British Home and Hospital for Incurables, raising money for the hospice, and hopefully tiring a screaming bunch of toddlers in the process, so that the parents can peacefully fall asleep watching
Giving thanks
We've got to meet the very ginger and very awesome Sara Myers through another fellow-American Carol, and since we're all on a similar journey of self/spiritual/figuring-life-and-trying-to-have-some-fun-in-the-process discovery, we clicked immediately. Sara is a peculiar little squirrel brimming with untapped (sexual) energy - her flight&
That too is us.
> This sushi and prosecco, devoured sitting on a cold pavement in one of the side streets by the Old Street station. That too is us. Vik - a son of David's godparents from Belgium is in town, playing with a band as a part of this little
Beach, please!
What a treat of a weekend once again! You need to understand - ever since we moved in together to our Highgate nest of weirdness and (weird)love, there's not been that many instances of A) feeling like there's any need to move from the flat/
You.
Tuesday has always been a non-day for me (bizarrely, as I've been born on Tuesday). Tuesday to me is like a beetroot or cucumber sushi roll in your overpriced Tesco's Salmon and Prawn Sushi Selection. I mean, I'll eat that bland unnecessary shit, but
Synchro-life and the City
My colleague Matt Balaam (the debate is still going on as for how to pronounce his surname) passed my desk this morning, giving me thumbs up with: 'Loving your hip set up here..' - referring to my breakfast display. 'Excuse me,' I tried to protest: '