Archives for posts with tag: beer


Corbyn accidentally boob high fiving and being ‘serenaded’ as he left the house this morning. Ooooh Jeremy Coooorbyn!

Emily telling me how much she appreciated me when she was dealing with stuff with her mum. It was really touching. Unfortunately I was a bit too drunk for the moment.

Being saved by having a beer with Mike, on the floor of his room as he smoked out the window. It felt like being a student again. And no tears.

Sitting in the garden in the sun, reading nan’s diary from the year I was born. It was lovely to feel connected with that nan again. My nan.

Early evening in the park with Holly, drinking a beer and looking at the flowers. In the bloody incredible sun. I love sunny London.

Feeling excited and ready to be on my own again. Feeling happy. As just me. Nothing else.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.


Jen’s personal highlight of the week: being official outside of work friends with me. FINALLY! She admits it!

Beer and cuddles with Jo after work. Short and sweet.

Deciding to not give up sugar. Fuck that shit. I’m not down with fad diets and denying yourself anything. There’s no such thing as good and bad food. 


The sun came out!

I made another gif of myself. This time, bridge dancing. It makes me laugh heaps.

SO. MANY. DOGS. And beers. And incredible Indian food. And free masala tea. And beautiful buildings. And a cheese vending machine.


Driving around the lakes. Even if it was rainy.

An afternoon in the beautiful naked spa. So many saunas.

A beery pizza dinner, talking about wanking people off and blow job etiquette.


Sunshine. When we really thought there would be none.

Beautiful views over Piran.

Finding our way onto the secret rooftop bar for a beer.


My period started. Well that sure explains a lot. 

An evening with Jonny. Beers and Korean food. And bitching. I love him. I love him so much.

I’n on holiday! And the air smelt like holiday! 

A beautiful walk in the park with the kids. And playing in the park, swinging in the storm swing.

Painting the fence with my brother. Having all the conversations and talking about all the things. It was perfect.

Then watching Moana and drinking beer with him.

Work drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.

Hearing that people liked my vagina pot. And that Bob’s eyes almost popped out of his head. I guess I’ll be remembered.

Chips. Hot, salty, mayonnaise covered chips.