Going home?

It was a standard Last Day of Holiday type day. We’d been assaulted and beaten up during thai massages, gobbled up all the unidentifiable street food we passed, refused to wear sunscreen, and were pleasantly suprised when we got out of the cab alive after the 140 kilometer an hour taxi ride to the airport. … More Going home?

Running for cake

I know that it’s not over yet and there are still many adventures to be had, but already 2017 is stacking up to be an important year in the life of Kate. 2017 is the year I entered my mid 30’s (am I an adult yet??). It’s the year I lived in a bus. Or … More Running for cake

Buslife unexpected

We weren’t planning on working this year. But about 4 months in and after a particularly expensive March filled with mini breaks, flights and festivals Jot was in a panic about money. As she is in charge of the Galea-Castle empire and dollar I took her word for it. I’m terrible with money and until … More Buslife unexpected

Where do we come from and where do we go. The story of us so far.

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.

I resign

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