The UK reached a high of 16 degrees today, which necessitated half the population stripping down to shorts and T-shirts in the gloriously mistaken belief that summer had arrived. I sighed at the way the British* so wholeheartedly leap into action the moment the thermostat edges into double figures but conceded that it was perhaps …
There’s a smile splitting my face in two at 7.30 in the morning despite my epic hangover. Let’s analyse why. I don’t have to get up for work. Don’t look for number 2. There is no 2. I don’t have to get up for work EVER again. Shhhhh don’t interrupt my joy with questions like …
Opposite me are six men in suits. They are grey and weary and joyless. Having said that, I am pretty joyless right now too. I wish they would stop holding these conferences on high floors. It’s just tempting fate. Either I’m going to jump or I’m going to push someone. Though, as it’s a voluntary …
Last night I dreamt I was running around a supermarket with towering white shelves. We were in India. I was looking for something. I can’t remember what now. And I was throwing up all over the shelves, projectile style. The night before I dreamt – and this is a little weirder – that I was being …
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