Not About You
Friday, 10th May - Poitiers, France I have just finished removing Leaticia's cats genetic information from my first ever smart black jacket (got it in Primark just for the funeral), now all dressed listening to my 'ghost stories' podcast, whilst you sit on the porcelain throne smoking
On Spiritual Shifts
> Hey do you remember when Sundays used to be for sleeping off the party? Mine are now for yoga, coffee, (my own organic) skincare, tarot & books. And some crystals thrown on top, of course… I feel like I’m just one of about a trillion examples of this
Three Escalators
I do have a mild (or so I'd like think so) case of OCD. Like, do you ever overthink the meaning of escalator choices? Whenever there are three escalators leading up from the underground tube, I must (naturally) take the middle one. You know, just in case that
Poorman's Picnic
Much to his credit - David made several completely voluntary visits to his family in France last year - credit to his character I believe, as well as to the fact he's now doing much better in his professional life... I mean, don't get too excited, this still
Facing the Darkness
I have received a text from Carol just as I left the Highgate station, crossing the street to our flat. She just wanted to know someone would be home real soon as she’s felt the souls of our departed loved ones flocking around her & demanding to be acknowledged.
Greece, September 18'
Holiday slides from Greece. Mum's birthday road trip. Rhodes City to Tzambika and Lindos. If you saw the beautiful new version of Vitek's family that day in Rhodes, we would either be climbing up the mountain in 40 degrees to see some monastery or diluting wine
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
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'