Archives for posts with tag: pub

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.

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I’ve been invited to pitch for a £5k grant!

Writing up BOW stuff and calming myself down after a frenzied afternoon.

Half a pub quiz with Jonny in the quiet pub.

Another good upcycling workshop. Such fun easy money.

Alec coming along and making a flower. And then going to the pub together and having lots of chat. And celeb spotting.

Heaps and heaps of custard.


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. 


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. 


We’re going to be at WOW! I’m so excited!

Going into Liberty for the first time. That place is ridiculous.

The Good Eggs in the pub for Corinne’s return. Such a funny night. Susan, bring in the Hellman’s. 

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. 


A little four person pub quiz team. It was nice. 

Delicious pub pizza.

Mum listening to my whole story and not interrupting.


Seeing my parents new flat for the first time. And giving them my handmade bowl as a housewarming gift. And it being fun. And nice. And no arguments.

Going for a drink at their local, cool pub. It’s nice here.

Okja. Sad but funny too. I want a big pig best friend.


Delicious pizza at the pub quiz

Jo’s funny brother

A surprising flurry of OKCupid messages

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.

Joy on my arm

James in the pub

Jo and Jonny and beer on floor 9


Delicious terriakyi salmon at my local Japanese.

Beers and old school music at the quiet but lovely pub next door. With Jonny. My favourite person.

Hand soap that reminds me so much of a certain campsite in France from when I was younger. 

Pussy Portraits. A vagina book from my colleague. 

All the housemates, at the pub, for my birthday. Plus Muji birthday presents! 

The shower curtain is finally here! Joint effort putting it up. Really feeling the house right now.


The misty walk through the beautiful New Forest. Just being back there makes me feel calm and grounded. 

A three hour lunch at The Pig. So delicious. So beautiful. So fun. All the food and all the giggles with the Fems.

Wild ponies in the misty moors.

Double hot tub with prosecco. Second time around was naked hot tub.

The pub with some home friends.

Walking home through the misty, pitch black back roads. 

A hot chocolate before bed.

Oh, what a lovely lovely day.


Multiple people asking to see my vagina print. At the same time. 

Date night with Jonny. The classic Turkish food at Petek, beer at the Fullback and ping pong and dance machine at Rowan’s. 

Discussing vaginas at work. And finding out about omgyes.com. OMG YAS.


She got my flowers. It’s nice to make people smile.

After work drinks with my colleagues.

I got through the day. It started off badly but I did it. And it wasn’t so bad. It’s not as hard as I sometimes think it is. 


Drinks with Ivan and Mike.
Watching the colours change on the big swing pagoda at Kings Cross.

Week One done. Four interviews, one journey outside of London and loads of printing. Its been a good start. 

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Eating a whole punnet of strawberries.
Friends, in a sunny pub, with pizza.
Walking home listening to Revolution

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Faithful in the morning
Italian faith in the evening
A drink in the beautiful pub

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Ian. He’s nice. I think he’ll be a good member of the team.
The pub quiz.
Georgie. She’s so lovely.

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Going outside in that pub and discovering the huge, multi layered and beautifully plant filled garden. How have I been twice and not known about this?!
A real homemade iced tea.
Walking around the park, enjoying seeing all the people out and about enjoying the sunny evening and the green space.

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“You’re so easy to get along with” and ‘You really cheered me up this evening”
Pub night with the GW family
My new chest of drawers.

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Singing Starman at the Sunday Assembly.
A cup of tea in a pub with Hannah.
Some dresses. Because why not.

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An entire pub singing Mysterious Girl. Twice.
Our winning shots at pool.
An accidental big night out.

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The beautiful soft clouds
Flat card games
Going for a drink

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Raspberry custard tart
Listening to live music in a pub
Having the hiccups. For ages.

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Delicious Buddha Bowl with halloumi. And a bite or two of bratwurst.
Watching his soapbox storm down the Redbull track. I felt really proud.
The nice pub near us. It’s nice to have a nice pub.

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My new 3D printed phone case for my FairPhone. Had to go find it in Amsterdam which was cool.
The Sex Museum. Actually pretty good for €4 and probably the only place where you can stare at photos of people having sex whilst with your mates and not feel a bit weird about it.
Going to the pub. A real pub. A European pub. Not a bar.

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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!