After 3 weeks of hard graft, 3 nights cleaning until 3am, countless swear words, and a bone-deep weariness which has slowly turned into a cautious sense of glee, the kitchen is finally done.

Behold!


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Notting Hill Carnival after nightfall is the nearest I hope to get to the Apocalypse (Zombie or regular ( Read more... )

Unsuccesful tweet from last night: Standing on top of Primrose Hill, watching lit up City skyline and distant fireworks ( Read more... )

So. No Go, yesterday. All flights were cancelled and my hatred of RyanAir has grown exponentially since then. As has my lack of understanding about why the snow is such a problem. The runways were fairly clear. To say nothing of the fact that planes take off and land all the time in Canada, Serbia and Russia to name but a few - countries that ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was loitering in a cafe after work, sating myself with library books and cake - looking at the roofs and trees. Thinking how much I've grown to love this city with its red brick and grey slate and ebullient greenery.


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Hahaha. Good lord. Only in Britain.

20.00 Darts Players' Wives
Sporting documentary. A look at the women behind those giants of men - professional darts players. Self-proclaimed Tarts for Darts follow their larger than life heroes like Phil Taylor (The Power), and Andy Fordham (The Viking) around the world to see them perform on the oche.

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There are many aspects of Britishness and Englishness and Life On The Isle which I love and embrace with all my heart. But the British sea is not one of them ( Read more... )

A while ago in Kilburn, Z and I came upon a scene which thrilled me a great deal. There was a crowd of people on Kilburn High Street, gathered in a semi-circle around a woman with a megaphone and a stumbling man whom I at first took to be a hunchback. Somewhere beyond the people, someone was beating out a rhythm on the drums ( Read more... )

A few days ago I turned 26 and Z drove us to Cornwall to spend the weekend in a rented house with a lively bunch of people from Ooop Norff and a dog. The house we stayed in was as beautiful - a multi-storey detached building built on the very cliff face, with a long balcony looking out onto the harbour ( Read more... )