Hang the Cliché
I’ve never fully understood the appeal of freshly cut grass as a smell.
I mean, I know they make candles and car air fresheners of it these days, but it’s a bit too hayfever-y (and dog wee-y) for my tastes. 28 more words
8 months ago
Not sure if you can see his little nose poking up…
That’s a squirrel in Bethnal Green park this morning, sheltering from the rain the only way he knows how (among the fried chicken remnants and fag ends in this bin). 14 more words
Taking shortcuts is the best way I’ve found of livening up my daily shuffle home.
And this particular little alleyway’s a very different place after dark, so I appreciate the extra daylight of spring (even though it’s cloudy and damp and miserable today).
When I walk past a locked-up, unused bike on my way to catch the tube, I think wouldn’t it be great if somehow me and that bike could hook up and go somewhere nice (or probably just to work). 35 more words
If I could afford to drink this stuff all the time, and if I wasn’t worried it’d turn me orange (like those kids in the 90s who drank too much Sunny D), I definitely would.
I know my facial expression’s one of a person who’s been stabbed, but I haven’t. Don’t worry.
There’s a new video of me playing ‘What She Said’ by The Smiths on my YouTube channel.
I’m watching you watch me.
8 months, 1 week ago