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Dressing Gown at decomP

Her lucid waves
are a curse. She knows how many days
I have neglected her for the coven
lights of Oxford St.

Heaps of thanks to the awesome people at… 15 more words

New Poetry

Oxford Street: My Favourite Place in the World

I’ve been struggling for months on how I should start this blog and while traipsing through what is arguably the best shopping street in the world – it came to me… 282 more words


Alrighty then.

Date: 29 May 2015.

Location: on my couch, impatiently waiting for Turkish takeaway, which I sense shall be rubbish. Like the last few. Does anyone — anyone — know a good Levantine / Ottoman / Middle Eastern restaurant that delivers in East London? 501 more words


Lush Granny Strikes Again

In my capacity as a Lush Granny it is with great sadness that I have to report that my Charity pot of Gorgeous Facial Moisuriser is empty. 200 more words

Toto, we're not in Africa anymore.

Date: 7 May. Happy election day!

Location: Holborn Grind. Flat white required.

I know I'm metamorphosing, shedding my sunburnt Australian chrysalis for a softer, downier London coat. 243 more words


Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Date: 21 April.

Location: The train to Manchester. 7am.

The past week has been a colourful, hectic crunch. The relevant double-page of my diary looks like three drunken spiders had bathed in ink then played Holi there: ‘mum arrives’ is scrawled in blue next to the smudged black ink of ‘print Alice tickets!’ near ‘Wales? 1,087 more words