Say Yes
So last Monday, I go to Starbucks to write as usual before work. The usual folk don’t bat an eyelid, but irregular early morning coffee folk keep kind of skirting around me. Later, whizzing past cars stopped at a red outside Notting Hill Police Station, I was blinded up a huge pollen-laden blast on wind [...]
EDINBURGH FESTIVAL: DAY 1 – Why I am never allowed to book the accommodation again
Having survived the train trip up, Charlie and I shook out the map of the location of our new abode, the ‘Half-made Hostel’. Now by way of creative geography and scale, on the map provided by Jon, it looked to be about just down the road from Princes Street. Google Maps, however, did not concur. [...]