Well, she's out today! I look like I'm posing with a new car... & I feel at a loss for words. Thank you so much to those who have picked up a copy of Blood Flowers. I hope she takes you on a little whirlwind adventure. And did you know, she isn't an autobiography?
Very lucky boy.
Weird how running slowly turns from
“I should do this to maintain fitness I guess…”
to
“This is a vital time that I cherish, time where I do some of my best pondering & processing, and is now an absolutely necessary ritual that I need to feel like myself.”
Let’s run baby.
Loving Croatia as a team and thinking “f*ck they’re smashing the counter attack” and then bouncing on the sofa coz England are SMASHING ITTTTT c’mon boys!
@NicolaPeach “And there was a goal! … right? … who did it? … what side? … team I mean? … no like who? … bit or girl? … and it was a goal for sure? … GOAL! (Right?) ah fcuk. Can someone get Kelsey.”
Imagine the World Cup players had in-ears so we could hear the coach directing the squad. (Obviously the other team wouldn’t hear, I’m sure there would quickly be an illicit network that fed info from one team to the other)
But yeah, basically the strictly mics but for football.
July is coming baby!
Are you free one evening?
I will be crawling out of my cave and speaking human words at the palace theatre in Newark.
It’s a nice part of the world so I do hope you come along to do bookish things with me. 🤍 📖
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