Commuting

I normally don’t have to drag my sorry backside out of bed until at least 7am of a morning at the latest. And even then, I can still sit in my pyjamas and contemplate if I do really need a job. However, I am then briefly reminded by the vast array of β€˜slap’ I feel … Continue reading Commuting

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One time I went to Canada…

Okay. So I made it to 23 and then decided to fuck off to Canada. Literally packed my favourite pair of Ralph Lauren Jeans (Β£10 TK Maxx), my GHDs and my passport into my trusty backpack and with the aid of a friend, got on a plane to Canada in the space of 12 hours … Continue reading One time I went to Canada…