Archives for posts with tag: singing

The William Morris gallery and grounds. Including the organic apple Pip ice lolly. Mega delicious.

Telling Stuart I love him in the park.

Singing ‘we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow’.

Oh and ‘the rice had about 5 or 6 minutes left. So I’m going for a poo’

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Waiting for the bus in the brilliant sunshine. So lovely after weeks of grey.

Pressing the final curtain lining. Thank god! Now I can start sewing.

Voice messages from the Good Eggs. Especially Alec singing chinbone.


I grew these! And I ate them for dinner.

I made a dress. 

An evening with Bivan, playing guitar and singing, watching Back. 


My cross over bra under the green top. I love this look. I love it so much that I rewore a sweaty bra just so I could do it.

Rediscovering Ghost by Ella Henderson. Can’t stop singing it.

Texting Jen across the desk all day. It was fun to bond again. Even if it was through being a bit bitchy.


Beautiful Ronda. Big bridges, great views and reading in parks.

Singing Taylor and Justin together as we drove back to the finca. Happy women vibes.

Ping pong spaff. 


I got my hair cut. FINALLY. And Maria was funny, if a little lax in some respects. I left hairy but beautiful.

Spending time with Jo. It was really lovely to chat to her.

Singing ‘Nothing compares to you’ with Jo and Hannah.

Driving through the countryside, down beautiful old lanes in the sunshine, singing as loud as I want.

Cuddles and secrets with my gorgeous little cousin.

Grapes and clotted cream. A dream mix.


Knife problems.

Singing and driving.

Reading my feedback forms. 

Georgie came all the way to Barnet for me.

Singing in the van, driving through new bits of London whilst the sun shone. Especially coming up over the hill and seeing Ally Pally up ahead.

Another good event. Happy people. Lovely comments. Even managed to sit down and eat some Turkish bread and hummus.

Singing and driving the van. By myself.

The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.

Kissing. 


Driving! And singing as loudly as I wanted to.

Helping Ben and Han clean the house before Christmas. Scrubbing stairs with toothbrushes, using the water Hoover and admiring Ben’s amazing work on the flooring.

Singing Christmas carols with nan. And her reaction to Ben. Plus I understood her today. She talked right to me. And her ‘steady on!’ to mum sounded just like the nan from my childhood. 


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.


Sharing my vagina pot news in the team meeting. Getting a high five.

Singing ‘The Greatest’ walking home. 

Feeling good in Serious Adult dress.


Loud singing, home alone.

Reading in the sun

Jonny freaking out about boarding passes. But pretending to be cool. But seriously. Do it now.

Putting up a few new bits of decoration. Bit of a wood, wicker and trees situation going on.


Mums talcum powder

Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.

Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.

A walk along the river.

Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.


Breakfast crumpet.

Car lolz on the way down to Cornwall.

Car singing.

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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.

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Getting to the top of Ingleborough. With Sophie
‘Exterior pockets are great for things you don’t want to put inside.’ Sophie, 2nd July.
Sophie falling over.
Singing in the car with Sophie
Going to find the big disco ball. With Sophie.
Being in Leeds for the first time. To visit Sophie
Beefcake spotting. With Sophie
Tinder and Bumble jokes. With Sophie.

To sum up: FUN DAY WITH SOPHIE

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A Muji trip for all the frosted plastic essentials.
Watching the VoiceLab choir perform with the refugee choir and Guy Garvey for the end of Meltdown Festival. So moving and so fantastic.
I went for a bloody run! Well, more of a jog. And it wasn’t that difficult. So proud of myself.

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The view from the top of the tower.
The singing scouts in the square
Seeing the other aeroplane whizz past out the window.

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Froggy farts
Salad for dinner with all my favourite things – broccoli, beetroot, pine nuts,  pomegranate, spinach and feta. Thanks Oslo.
Singing with Bradnam.

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‘This is, Bushey’
A lovely walk in Hertfordshire, with the beginnings of green.
A night of beautiful singing (Hide & Seek was amazing), all fantastically organised by a great friend. Followed by fun drinks in a fun bar with a fun woman.

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Pube. The one woman, one-to-one show at WoW where I undressed, washed my pubes and then cut some off to give to a woman who stuck them into a portrait of me.
Sue Perkins fucking up the start of her song. And Sandi saying ‘well it was shorter than I expected’
Singing on stage with 140 women and Sister Sledge to 2000 people, including Jude Kelly and Sandi Toksvig. Brilliant women and absolute idols. What an amazing night!

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Rehearsing for Mirth Control and seeing our view out into the Royal Festival Hall from where we’ll be singing. Eek!
So much walking. Over two hours of London walking. And claimed as working hours. Win.
‘Who gave you that computer? The 1980’s?’

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Singing
Wine with Holly
Realising my friends are fabulous. The 18 hour stress yesterday made me realise I’ll be okay. I won’t be dead and alone for days.

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Double karaoke
A successful afternoon visit to the estate.
High kicking in the street.

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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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A moment of madness in the toilet
Promise by Ben Howard. Sung by the London Contemporary Choir. In Wilton’s Music Hall. Whilst blindfolded. Raising money for the Royal London Society for the Blind. So amazing. Especially after I’d listened to it really loud this morning. Such a beautiful song with perfect memories.
Imogen Heap. Such a fantastic singer. Plus she touched me. The last song gave me goosebumps.
(And also the Destiny’s Child remix by the London Contemporary Choir. I loved how they just appeared around us. So brilliant and you felt so in the music.)

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A bratwurst. Well, two actually.
Family singing.
An evening all together.

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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.