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/
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
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: '
> Ten days in the adventureland in ten minutes. > The best holiday of my life, marked by ambitious sporting and drinking attempts, and beautiful reconnections. Enjoy my frequent leo-alpha-male shrieks and the brief but substantial titties action. Ten Days in Adventureland [https://vimeo.com/226424354] from Jakub Vítek [https:
I feel like on general we're becoming increasingly (and hazardously) apprehensive towards any sort of commitment. When it comes to signing up for a 24th month contract with EE in exchange of the new (admittedly quite amazing) Samsung phone, then wariness is in order (I know I'
I've been sent home from work on Thursday, as getting soaked in the rain on Tuesday once again proved fatal for my immunity (hello cold sore my old friend, you have NOT BEEN MISSED). This coming weekend is all about finding a balance in between celebrating OUR TWO
> Same weirdos, new home. If home is where the heart is, we should be fine. God help the neighbours. New Home [https://vimeo.com/215657311] from Jakub Vítek [https://vimeo.com/londonbambi] on Vimeo [https://vimeo.com].
There're some undeniable perks of having a teenager to take care of. A) it's a her. A female. So no endless wanking into every available piece of clothing that's within the reach, and no aggravated body odour. B) This species can sleep, man! With
The 2nd edition of an improvised Christmas tree (this time around using a ladder), and keeping a tradition of adding one new stolen decoration. Much to my shame, this year I've stolen one from a Christmas tree at my beloved Candid Cafe on the same day that the
> "Voozave bian eleve votrrrrrr fis! Tulemondladorrre alondr!" We are standing on the Levis shop floor in Poitiers, France, and just like that - with a phrase crafted for me by my friend Ola and to a delight of my fellow-commuters BILLION-times repeated out loud on various commutes
(this post is most definitely not suitable for vegans*)# *lots of animals die, albeit except one, none ends up as a source of nourishment Let me ponder for a while the similar ways my family fails in life, stretching from attempts on sauciness to pets being annihilated. I had my
I've been living in London these past 6 years, my parents in Czech, deep in the countryside. I don't see them too often. That way, to me, their aging comes in this leaps, jump cuts to use the editing lingo. I remember the first time they