Archives for posts with tag: smoking

Ming sending me this, the Sheela Na Gig.

Making it to Liv’s branding workshop for WEN. I felt useful. And I didn’t feel intimidated by Katee. Quite the opposite in fact.

The smell of cigarette smoke taking me back to holidays in France with my parents, falling in love with gay men and smoking in the toilets.

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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.