
Tag: lost in the city


Narberth to Notting Hill: Back to London

We need to talk about my superior levels of clumsiness.

We need to talk about spring. Because spring means showtime and it’s making me nervous.

I cast off my aversion of winter shows and saw our season kicked off

I think the trains see my indifference. And now they hate me.

The trials of being new to the tube

On calorific weekends and welly wearing

Seeing in 2019 and feeling far from fresh

To be or not to be? Do I dare to dream?

Hitting the gym. And maybe the hay…

We need to talk about poo bags
