Way, way back around this time last year, Clark and I travelled to Edinburgh to spend his 25th birthday there. It’s his favourite city and somewhere that I was definitely eager to go back to.* Because it was (a tiny amount) cheaper, we decided to get the train instead of flying. This turned out to… Continue reading Richard Branson Ruined My Weekend.
Well, 2017 has been a weird old year, hasn’t it? I mean, it started out with good intentions - despite a questionable entry to New Year’s Day that involved about eighteen beers, a few very strong passion fruit martinis, waking up in a room I’d never seen before, vomiting continuously into an orange B&Q bucket,… Continue reading 2017 – What The Hell Was That?