Loo shopping
I met up with a pal today. He was shopping for a loo. “I’ve never shopped for a toilet before,” he said, as we looked at the options. “Me neither,” I said.
I met up with a pal today. He was shopping for a loo. “I’ve never shopped for a toilet before,” he said, as we looked at the options. “Me neither,” I said.
There’s more to Angeles City than what most people see. It’s a shithole, sure, but I like that no matter how hard you scrub, this city will never be clean.
The random manicness of the Philippines has meant a change of pace. The only way to survive is to slow down.
We were struck by an earthquake, and I was struck by the humanity of it all.
After having a chat with the universe, I’ve decided to call Angeles City in the Philippines home. Here’s why (tl;dr idk)
I said goodbye to the last of my summer guests this weekend – bye Ma and Al! The week before it had been some friends, and the week before some other friends. They come and go in waves – you wave hello, you wave goodbye. Hence my absence the past...
In the course of doing research about my novel, which is set in London the mid-1970s, I found this absolute gem of a piece about Tom Baker, also known as Dr Who. Baker talks depression, alcoholism, Soho, awkward hugs and medical emergencies – all of my favourite topics! In an...
Okay, so I’m a cis white middle-class queer Australian woman – but I am psyched as hell for the latest Marvel comic book movie Black Panther. Because even cis white middle-class queer women get mighty fucking bored of scrolling through movie after movie of white dude, white dude, white dude, white...