I have been coming to my local M&S café for years. It’s where I wrote all my essays for Uni, and it’s where I’ve written a lot of blog posts and creative stories. If you take the time to look close enough, it’s not just a sea of grey-haired anonymous people … everyone […]
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My Happy Places
It’s 6pm on Saturday and I’m freshly bathed, in clean pyjamas, already in bed (albeit working on my laptop) and listening to James Blake’s ‘Wilhelm Scream’. Living the dream people. It also happens to be Valentine’s Day. Now for many of you this might sound a little sad (it is), but […]
The Love Letter In The Cafe
THIS IS MY SHOCKED (POST-CYCLING) FACE I had a very eventful Sunday morning. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. Dexter’s football match wasn’t until 12pm, but rather than laze in bed all morning (well, I did some lazing), I decided to go for a bike ride. I know! The weather was beautifully […]
It’s OK To Be On Your Own
I’m writing this from one of my many offices … aka Costa. It’s a great space for people watching/procrastinating when you’re actually meant to be working. I like to think of it as providing me with an environment to enjoy life’s rich tapestry. Or just laugh at how moronic people can be. […]
An Update From Eddie
I don’t know if you remember me talking about Eddie from my local café, the old man that made me cry just by looking at his pitifully sad face. It’s a long story, but have a little catch up about him here, here and here if you like. So the story goes […]
The Old Man That Made Me Cry
Last week was very weird. I really wasn’t myself, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I found myself crying a lot. You see I’m not a particularly over-emotional person, although I obviously cry at Comic Reliefy type programmes and kids being cute on TV – I’m not made of stone – but […]
Stare Down
I’m in my fourth week of redundancy and I continue to work in ‘my’ café every morning – writing blog posts, looking for work, networking, eating scones … all highly essential stuff. I’ve been writing here for approximately seven years, ever since I began my degree – and I’ve long since realised I […]
Redundancy, Siri & Iced Buns
It’s week 2 of my gardening leave/redundancy and I think the news has finally sunk in. I’m back in my favourite café, writing every day, tweeting about the amazing (weird/boring) things I see happen around me. This was my favourite tweet from last week: Yes, I think it’s definitely about time to […]
The Old Man in the Cafe
There aren’t many people that touch my life these days. I don’t let them. Ironically, considering I’m a blogger, I’m actually quite a private person and it’s rare that I let people ‘in’ or even put myself out to make conversation with strangers. I realise that makes me sound horrible. I’m not. Promise. (Well, […]
Too Busy To Cry
I don’t put my heart on the line over Twitter or Facebook. Or ever really. I’m a pretty private person … oh and I like to think of myself as a bit of a ‘double-hard bastard.’ (Fans of Game On will hopefully get that reference.) I don’t tell all and sundry when I’m feeling […]