Archives for posts with tag: gin


The quiet pub, where the barman recognises me. I think.

Accidental Rowan’s for New Year’s Eve. Complete with a Mario Kart, basketball, dancing, air hockey and pool.

Going for cheesy food and then deciding to go back into another pub for a gin. And a chat with a Spanish man that couldn’t speak English. 

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Free hat with the big tampon and pad deliveries! Yay! #freeperiods

Having to cut off a conversation with dad because 3600 tampons were arriving on my doorstep. When I text him to apologise he said not many dad’s would hear that story from their daughter and he was proud of me for helping a good cause. He’s such a babe. 

Stuart came round mine and drunk weird strawberry gin with my housemates and it was lovely. I like having him here to stay.


Gindependance day party! 

Minimalist beer.

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

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Spending the day just me and my parents, doing some tourist things around the city.
Finishing off my hat. And I didn’t do it wrong!
A lovely evening eating delicious food, watching Cuban dancing in the street and showing my parents the gin place that I’ve been wanting to take them to.

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Having lunch in a great little cafe with a huge garden out the back filled with plants and birds and sun and reggae music.
The lovely, helpful guy from the alcohol shop who helped us pick out a good local gin for my parents when they arrive.
The Welsh pub! Went for after work drinks and stayed for ages. It felt like a real pub. Sticky floors, drunk chatty landlord and full of Welsh people!

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Eating Skips for the first time in ages.

The party. The gin, the talking, the friends and singing Pulp really loudly.

Getting a Kinder Beuno for the bargain price of 50p.