Archives for posts with tag: beer

A super productive morning. Thanks sunshine and period!

Anal sex and pegging chat with Jo over a hot chocolate.

A film and a beer with Alec. Love that guy.


A proper cake sale with 50p cakes.

Laughing on the phone with Stuart. It reminded me that we do have fun. Maybe it’s not as bad as I’ve been thinking.

Pizza and beer at Jo’s, plus Jonny. That cheered me up.

Getting switched to the suite with the piano, the double sinks, the bidet, the swivelling TV and the huge bath. 
Wandering around Berlin, not needing to think about anything because Ciaran just took care of it all for us.

Beers, pizza, chips, chats, Cards Against Humanity and meatus talk. A really fun night out in Berlin. Coming home to play the piano at 3am.

Listening to Touch by Little Mix on the train. It puts me in such a good mood!

Reunited with Han, Jonny and Jo!

The beautiful little cottage for my birthday. Within 10 minutes of being inside, the fire was going, the PJ’s were on, the snacks were open and the beers were started. It was perfect!

My Clitmas card from Rosie and Jim!

Meeting Stuart’s mates. They are so lovely! Then going on to the gig with them. So much fun. So much beer. So many cigarettes.

Going back to Stuart’s to watch RuPaul, via cheesy chips. 

A cold sunny walk around the park. Looking at Christmas trees and playing on the outside gym. My favourite tree was this squat little fella. 

Spending the evening with Stuart, drinking too much and eating delicious Indian food.

Cuddling. A lot of cuddling.

Last day at work! All the cake, all the carbs, all the chips, all the beers and all the vagina related presents.

They made me a cake decorated with vaginas, they bought me a cunt colouring in book and they made me a lovely card with vaginas, Rizo’s and beautiful goodbyes. 

And then in the middle of the night out, I got offered another job! And I got a place on the Influencing Chance course! Weeeee! Not doing so badly after all. 

Pizzas and beer downstairs in the office for my pre leaving leaving drinks

Gust being sweet and saying he’ll miss me.

Sharing the poo knife story.

Getting an apology and getting my TOIL.

Beers and pizza with Jonny.

An evening slightly drunk shower. Warm soft feet and sweet smelling skin in bed afterwards.

Jigsaw puzzle at lunchtime. Officially a crossword defector. It felt so good.

Texts about books.

Dinner with my oldest girls. Vietnamese, not too drunk and not the one that talked the most!

A day by the pool. This beautiful pool.

Jumping in photos.

Beers, cards, feminist chats.

Ovary embroidery workshop! Nice to spend a day with a needle in my hand.

Fresh hot roti at lunch.

Pizza and beer with Jonny. The perfect thing to get me off to sleep early ready for my 4am start tomorrow. 

Just casually buying a plum and a flat white and not freaking out about doing things on my own in a country that doesn’t speak my language.

Bruges. Beautiful, beautiful Bruges. Getting off the train as the rain left and the sun shone and wandering through the ridiculously picturesque streets.

Lunch in the sun followed by a waffle (to sober me up after the strong beer).

Started talking at work again. Called James a flirt. Tried not to laugh at the word tits during the lunch break bird chat.

Immediate drinking with Jonny after work. What a fucking ridiculous day.

ICCO pizza. Oh how I love you.

Pizza and beer at Crate to welcome home Bivan.

The sky as we came home.

Doing a pretty good job at my training in Leytonstone. I’m proud of myself. 

Gindependance day party! 

Minimalist beer.

Being told I’m radiant. By two super lovely and super hot women.

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.

Lols with Jen on the train.

Talking about vagina bowls with new colleagues. Didn’t exactly go down brilliantly but it was funny to laugh about later.

Beer on the train on the way home. Virgin Train beers….

A busy swish. Finally.

Pizza, beer and chocolate mousse.

Portugal chats with NeverKissedATory.

The beautiful blue sky. And the warmth with it. 

Jen talking me through everything. 

Dinner with Jana. Japanese, beers and some Big Chat. 

A work beer. It’s been a long week.

Rosemary fries. So many rosemary fries.

Coming home to see my housemate’s purple light shining from his window. Apparently he’s made a light system for his plants. Not weed. Just regular plants. I like my housemates.