Goodnight, Good nights

As I’ve grown older I’ve also grown increasingly fond of a good pub. To a young me they were just places to ‘get drunk and pull birds’ and I was pretty hopeless at both. This means I didn’t really take to pubs until University, where many friendships were forged over unpleasantly warm pints that our… Continue reading Goodnight, Good nights

Shelter

Given that nobody in the UK lives more than 75 miles from the sea, I’m fairly sure it gives the British some innate, hard coded affinity with open water. When things aren’t going too well, which happens with alarming regularity, my first instinct is often to get to the coast. There’s something about the random… Continue reading Shelter