Pretentious hipster brunch. That was actually super delicious.
Walking along the canals, just the three fems.
Four cakes, four besties, total fems chat.
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Cuming with him inside me
Going to a hipster cafe for a juice and a pasteis de natas
The Chinese National Traditional Orchestra. Especially the bit where the monk flies off on the eagle.
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.
The amazing brunch. Three courses in a perfect, perfect place. Even the toilets were great.
Ciaran: ‘From the inside’
Looking out over all of Porto, the beautiful terracotta roofs and colourful buildings.
Jo’s reaction to the hipster book.
Getting the train, not the coach.
The breakfast of breakfasts. Everything you could want. Sweetcorn hashcakes. Halloumi. Avocado. Eggs. So delicious.
Lots of muttered ‘fucks’ in the office. I like an office that swears. In fact I like this office full stop. Such a lovely day.
The red tree.
All the reclaimed wood and Mac’s in the cafe in Hackney. So hipster.
Three little things 