A Day In My Life
Thursday 21st May The morning always starts with a brew Waiting at Bristol Temple Meads to go to work I wouldn’t survive the work day without my giant cup <3 Normally I scribble down what I’ve done in my diary….
Thursday 21st May The morning always starts with a brew Waiting at Bristol Temple Meads to go to work I wouldn’t survive the work day without my giant cup <3 Normally I scribble down what I’ve done in my diary….
I’m almost tired of seeing this on my Dashboard: I say almost because I am a big kid really :) Bristol has been hit quite badly by these snow storms, and I am beginning to forget what it is like…
So I woke up this morning to a TwitterFon full of my London/South East friends all gloating that they had been building snowmen and having snowball fights at 2am while I was snug in my little bed. I looked at…
Its been so so cold in Bristol lately, so when I woke up this morning, as usual I checked my Twitter, checked my emails and then checked the weather widget thing on my iPhone. I was far far too excited…
Bristol, November 2008
Any ideas what this is? Have a look under the jump thingy…
We went to Cabot Circus last weekend, and there were zombies about. At first, we assumed that it was just students larking about (oh those students and their japes!) but it turned out to be people protesting “against over-consumerisation and…
“…how about you you you, you could have come too too too, we went to the zoo zoo zoo” We left the story of my birthday weekend of AWESOME at me finally falling into bed at 4am (which is not…
Spotted on a traffic light near Temple Meads. It made me smile anyway.
Last Thursday, I was lucky enough to get tickets to see the Black Kids at one of my favourite venues ever, the Thekla. The history of the Thekla is actually quite interesting – originally built to transport lumber, she was…
As some of you may know, I am VERY bloody well excited for the opening of Cabot Circus, an enormous shopping centre that is due to open in Bristol city centre next month. I mean, I was already pretty bloody…
…doesn’t quite mean cleavage, cleavage, cleavage at the moment as we are “enjoying” a dismal British summer. As I write this, it is raining, yet again. I walked from the train station to my flat, and was drenched by the…