Today I washed for the first time in seven days. I actually don’t think I smelt or looked that bad. My hair was the giveaway but that was easily fixed by one of the many bandanas I insisted on buying before we set off. Or a backwards baseball cap that Jot cringes every time I … More On the road at last
Change has never happened this fast before, and it will never be this slow again. There’s just one week before we head out of Sydney on our Toyota Coaster bus adventure and as I finished work last Friday, I am now officially unemployed. Although I guess, as it is by choice, I should say that … More No worries, or new worries?
Like most modern day love stories ours starts in a bar in a University town. As the only gay bar in Reading, a town about an hour and a half outside of London, The Granby always seemed to have an essence of desperation about it. Bearing in mind this was 11 years ago, and well … More Where do we come from and where do we go. The story of us so far.
Like most over-thinkers I go over and over potential scenarios in my head well before the event. Then, when it actually comes to happen I forget the 27 mentally rehearsed speeches and walk away disappointed, wondering why I didn’t go with any of them and instead, have just blurted out something inappropriate without any of … More I resign