Archives for posts with tag: drunk

A squirrel bounding across my path on my way to work

The escape room with the fun team

Slightly drunken pizza watching The American Office

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Watching The Secret Life of Puppies on YouTube with my boss.

Shit-faced Shakespeare with Stuart.

Walking through hot London at night. Through Trafalgar’s Square, past the WWII women’s memorial, along the river. I still love London.

Friendly shop assistants in the new fabric shop in FP. Lots of smiles.

Lots of neat boxes with vulva making materials in. I love neat boxes.

Dinner back at the French restaurant we went to on our first date. Delicious and drunken. That chocolate mousse though.


Waking up drunk. Remembering what a fun night it was last night.

Coming home to a little nap.

Going to bed early to read. I haven’t done that in a long while.


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 wonderful letter and bad ass card from Han to cheer me up, telling me all the amazing things I’ve done and why she loves me. Plus some great photos of the fun times! She’s so lovely.

Finishing mum’s embroidered Christmas present. Now they both have a top with their boat logo on!

A night out for Stuart’s birthday. We went to Shep’s, ate delicious food, chatted to James, got free cocktails and shots and a discount too! Then some extremely drunk but very good sex when we eventually got home. From what I can remember anyway


The squirrel outside the gym, pulling chips out the newspaper.

Had a really positive morning. Sent off a job application, had a conference call where I found out we’ll be paid for WOW and then I went to the gym. All before 10am.

Spent the afternoon sewing more vulvas.

Then I met another great feminist at Corinne’s leaving party. It was really fun to talk to her. Whilst texting Stuart about cheese. So much cheese. 

Spending the whole day with Stuart. 

The Hyper Japan Christmas market! With the dancing tile, the tat, the food, the sake. 

Crossing Tower Bridge, drunk and at night.

The trees outside my bedroom window, orange and yellow against the blue sky in the morning.

The weather was so beautiful today. I went for an autumn walk to clear my head.

Walking around the gallery with Stuart, acting like a couple and being a bit drunk. 


Sticking it out and meeting Kieran to hear about the waste management work. Not what I want, but interesting. And a good chance to feel like I’m good at something.

Lino printing vagina Christmas cards.

A classic date night with Jonny. Too much alcohol, some penis chat and Peteks. Perfect. 


Remembering last night. Remembering I bought this Slow Jams CD from a homeless man whilst very drunk.

Finding jeans in a charity shop! (They later turned out to not actually fit amazingly well but still, it was an exciting moment)

Dinner at Jen’s. Delicious and feminist-y.


Being up the tower when the bells rang

Drunk aquariums.

Dinner in a really cute local restaurant, with local wine and a yoga shrimp. The walk back to the apartment was fun too.


Spending the afternoon with W. And finally making it to Dotori.

A walk in the sun

Accidentally getting too drunk in Shoreditch with some of the Good Eggs. Sorry Wiseman. 


Finally visiting the Handweavers Studio. So many beautiful threads, wools and raw wools. Lots of touching of things.

Discovering that dolphins used to be land mammals that looked like wolves. 😯

French burgers with Jo and Jonny. Drunk but delicious.

Stroking Pickles, the beautiful dog on the train. It’s so nice to be near such a calm animal.
(Shhh. Yes I know it’s four things today)


My Tudor joke in the advent calendar.

All the red wine with Corinne.

The accidental but totally delicious drunken McDonald’s after all the wine. 


Having everybody out for Hannah’s leaving party. Lovely friends.

Hanging out with W.

Trolley antics.

Boxercise. So good! Even the fucking hard bits.

Drinks with Corinne afterwards. Sad but nice. 

Coming home (drunk) to the perfectly cooked jacket potato thanks to Matt.

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Some filthy chats with Jonny Alec and Ciaran.
Secret sharing with Jonny on the way home…via another pub.
Chicken Cottage. On the tube. All over my fingers. I wasn’t even embarrassed.

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The Hidden Underground tour at Aldwych. SO good!
Drunken eggs.
Running across the road with Jonny.

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Hearing the New Zealand accent again
An evening of Belgian things. Stoemp, chocolate, beer and Emmanuel.
Accidentally getting drunk on a Tuesday night

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Spending some time in a bookshop, looking at books.
Being proud of the family I’m from. So proud.
Walking home, a bit drunk, with Beyonce playing on repeat, singing into my scarf.

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Decided to not bail on tonight’s plans and was really glad I didn’t. Left the house grinning, excited to not be sat at home looking at my laptop and thinking about all the things I should be doing

An evening of feminist chat and heartfelt confessions with a close friend. And maybe a little bit too much pale ale.

Coming home to a drunken conversation with my boyfriend

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Smell of wood dust on the tube

That feeling you get after one drink at the end of work

That feeling you get after three drinks at the end of work

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Getting my share of the profits from our pop up.

Spending the evening with old friends

Half a garlic bread ciabatta when we stumbled in.