Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? No! Lord, no. I now live in Melbourne, Australia, and have since I left London in ’07. Would we recognise you if we passed you in the street?
Now that we’ve got my birthday out of the way, I am feeling more than usually festive. Perhaps it’s just a red wine hangover, or a little soft spot created by collecting Bernard from his friend’s house yesterday, where they … Continue reading
If the birthday cocktails are going to be thrown at me, as I fully anticipated they would, then we’re not serving anything with ice today. In fact, nothing cold at all. I hear several pleas for a hot toddy or … Continue reading
It’s my birthday; drinks are on me.
Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? Well, in 2004/5 alone I lived at 4 different addresses, but you wouldn’t find me at any of them now. 2004 was the year I returned to the UK after … Continue reading
I was going to drag you all along to Leeds Poly’s Friday night Bop, which I frequented during my gothiest phase under the influence of a Cure-obsessed Glaswegian who only wore purple. But then I remembered Esquires in Bedford, where … Continue reading
Today’s cocktails are going to be served in the nightclub of your youth. Tell us where you are, what you were wearing, what you were dancing to, and what you were drinking. And maybe I’ll give you a vodka milkshake … Continue reading
This week there was a certain amount of white space in my diary, so I immediately put it to work by going down with the sort of cold that makes you want to lie on the sofa with a hot … Continue reading