Double pucs on the air hockey
Dancing with my tummy out
New trainers
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Archives for posts with tag: dancing
My very Japanese outfit.
Being up in the treehouse in the Geoffrey Museum.
Cleaning the bathroom in my pants with my music playing, shaking my bum and checking myself out in the mirror.
Bubbles from the washing up liquid
Dancing at Rowen’s
Hearing him say he loves me
Spending the day making vulvas at WOW and chatting about all the vagina. Such a great day!
Watching the twerking workshop. I wish I could have joined in.
Being asked to do more workshops, give talks and come along to Vagina Days.
A walk through the little park, to get out the house.
Flirting with Brian.
The house party! Dancing with Alec. Howling into the wind. The fire. Laughing with Lauren.
Sausage dog on the tube
Alec’s book about wanking robots. Or something. Made me lol in the street.
Meeting in the park. Feeling a bit creative and useful and respected. That’s always nice.
The Ben and Jerry’s refugee night. Free beer, ice cream and dancing with Charlie. Followed by Turkish with Jonny and Alec. Fun fun fun.
And yeah that’s four things but it’s been a struggle recently so if I have four things then that can only be a good thing.
Lying in the sun in the park, reading my book and getting a tan.
Basement Tapes. Will came. It was fun to see him. And to dance.
Sam. Being wonderful and brotherly and supportive. Hugs and advice.
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.
Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.
Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).
Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.
Kicking through the leaves.
Petting some sheep.
Watching mum and dad jiving in the kitchen.
Random three chips with my THREE egg breakfast.
Charlie the dog. Courtesy of Alec.
R and She. With Dom!
The loud and lively wedding by the river. The big brass band following the bride and her besties around for an hour, dancing and dancing. It was so much fun.
Feeling more confident. Being less shy about talking in French. Not calling myself an idiot.
Alice’s texts about her long awaited Neighbours prediction coming true. Dee isn’t dead!
The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.
Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden.
Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.
R and She! Yas queen!
Getting a backy all the way home.
Working on my vagina brand
Sexy Bumble chat with Alec.
My beautiful friend’s beautiful wedding.
Eating all the cheese
Walking past the Women of World War II memorial
Power ballads and Drake. And the resulting chair dancing.
Dinner and drinks with Georgie.
My first bubble tea. Served by a hilarious and lovely man.
Georgie saying lovely things about me. And Liam too apparently.
Walking to Holborn (as usual) and singing Call Your Girlfriend the whole way.
Oh and I ordered my new phone.
Corinne’s surprise birthday picnic that she organised for us.
Beautiful setting
Delicious food
Fabulous friends
Dancing on the picnic table until 2am
‘COVER ME!’
Burning a tampon
The Russian/Ukrainian tent.
The beautiful stages in the woods.
Dancing to Bare Necessities.
Yoga under the trees
The dosa.
The ice roll. (As seen on ITV)
The speedy shower. We felt clean for about 5 minutes. It was amazing.
John Grant
Being at Latitude. Its so beautiful!
The pink sheep
The beautiful sky
All the food!
Finding Drake!
Dancing dancing dancing.
The Good Eggs chat. So much loling today. Computer cases, tasty gaming rigs and tagine carry bags.
All the great music at work plus an easy day of uploading photos.
Ping pong and Korean dance genes with Jonny.
R and She at Tipsy. BEST NIGHT.
Cards and hip hop with Jonny.
Neck licking.
Portugal! We’re in Porto and it’s brilliant and beautiful and sunny and I got really drunk and danced to Latino music.
Ciaran and the tiny spoon.
Alec and the tiny part of him.
Friday treat from mum
‘Working from home’ in the morning. i.e. dancing in front of the mirror.
Weeeee! Got a new job and quit my old one! Bye Felicia!
Some very funny WhatsApp conversations. ‘Take that Starbucks’ and baggage chat with Ciaran and Alec.
Lots of new music. So much dancing to Ferrari by Yemi Alade and singing to Riot by Bibi Bourelly.
Date night, shopping with Jonny. So much Mexican food and too many beers. Obviously.
Dancing to Breadfruit in the kitchen with coffee.
Just smiling for no reason, crossing the bridge.
The first two beers.
Remembering the dancing from last night.
Driving. To Wales.
Our beautiful hostel. In Wales. In an old church with a fire and a hot tub and stained glass windows.
Lady Lershurr
Patchwork party
Dancing in the rain to old school R&B
PS4 puns.
Another Belgo night.
Reggae dancing.
The Christmas party. So many smiles. We got Andrew to dance! Zena sang directions to the pub as the time warp. I ate a lot of turkey. ‘There’s a poo in there!’ And Norwood likes me.
A beautiful lit up tree on the way home.
