If there was ever a more relevant time for David Zowie’s ‘House Every Weekend’, it’s now. I won’t lie, I didn’t exactly envision spending March, April and, what will most likely be, much of May confined to the four walls…
If there was ever a more relevant time for David Zowie’s ‘House Every Weekend’, it’s now. I won’t lie, I didn’t exactly envision spending March, April and, what will most likely be, much of May confined to the four walls…
It’s my birthday! Which means it’s time for the annual post reflecting on yet another year on this chaotic planet and of course, I had to use a T-Swift reference as the title. I mean, I am officially 22 and…
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James Blogging from exotic locations once more, I will start by promising you that this post isn’t entirely an excuse to…
Where to start? Well, it’s not my birthday just yet so the carefully penned essay bemoaning the cruel fate that is ageing is still to come. However, I will turn twenty-one on Friday 29th March and I’ve just been home…
There’s no better feeling than being in love. It’s exhilarating, intoxicating, a giddy rush… until it isn’t. Three words. That’s all it took. Having the person who I truly cared about more than anyone else spit in my face and…
