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
Tags » Oxford St
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
I think I should re-name this blog “Dork Abroad”. Wondering why?….Because:
Sometimes, I’m a dickhead
(if you don’t understand this quote, do yourself a favour and watch Carl Barron)811 more words