The colour of the walls in the Beardsley exhibition at the Tate. That dark turquoise.
An accidental boyfriend/girlfriend chat. And a whole day together.
A weird but good play about canabalism in the Vaults at Waterloo. Lots of ketchup. I loved the atmosphere down there too.
Coffee and catch ups with my cousin at Tate Britain.
Walking through Green Park, arm in arm. And taking photos for her Bumble.
Going to see a musical last minute for £4. The fight scenes were hilarious!
Spending the day with Naomi, chatting about all things feminist, life and work.
The Rachael Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain. And talking it through with Naomi as we walked round. I never do that.
A few hours with Jonny in the evening but not drinking. Then going to bed at 10.
All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.
An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike.
Three little things 