This weekend I had another pact with another friend (named… I dunno, Fallulah. We may as well pick a rhyme scheme and stick with it). This time it was a hardcore queue-to-the-death ticket lottery pact to see Newsies. And again, we got in on our second go. It wasn’t quite the same kind of epic… Read More Victory, Heat and Maragaritas
And lo, after two days of reconnecting with my family, my boyfriend did some to join the fray. This was a thing that had caused me endless nerves over the preceding couple of weeks, but suddenly it was happening, and people were saying ‘hello’ and there was hugging, and then it was over (By which… Read More NicFest! 2013 Part Two: NicFest-er.
Um… Yeah you read that right. My suspicions that Newport is secretly a wannabe holiday destination were proved completely correct yesterday when I got out of my building in the morning and was hit by warmth and the smell of the sea. It was almost like I imagine living in Cornwall, except nobody speaks Cornish and… Read More I’m British And Therefore Must Comment On The Weather
Last weekend was the first in a while where I haven’t had to pack or unpack or do chores or paperwork or… well, anything. I didn’t have to do anything. I broke my ‘Manhattan rooftop bar’ duck on Friday evening. I think I did it in pretty classy style, by shoving my lunch box into my… Read More My Sort-Of First Weekend