sat next to a woman today on the train who barebacked from newcastle to leeds — no headphones, book or phone. i know it’s only one and a half hours on a train but if i had to spend that long with my own thoughts with no distraction i would simply pass away. a different breed
honestly think yesterday was one of the greatest moments of my adult life. what’s not been great is that i’ve been bed ridden like a victorian child with tuberculosis consumed with the fear today
2024 has been character building/not for the faint of heart to say the least but what i am most looking forward to is a large glass of snowball and showing myself up on christmas eve as per
This is laughable. When you peddle xenophobic and racist discourse you'll forgive me if I find it insincere watching you clutch your pearls when the consequences hit home. You are just as complicit as the people on the streets last night.
this could be the carlsberg of weekends for me. friday night saw stevie nicks, last night i got to see loads of my pals and tonight euros final. truly, if it comes home you will not see me for the next 3-5 working days x
i cannot fucking believe i’ve got strep throat/tonsillitis (are they the same or different who knows) the week before the euros starts. the ghosts of footballing greats gone by are no being too kind right now
one of my many delusions is that i fully believe i could win “race across the world”. the fact i’m terrible with directions, can’t read a map and cannot budget to save my life are irrelevant. i was born to charm strangers into helping me and feeling sorry for me. i’ll win it all.