The final chapter of Mr Somebody New, Frank. "What exactly have you heard?" "That he had some girl come all the way from Aus and he basically fucked it off." If I had to pinpoint the exact moment all the oxygen left the room, this was it. For weeks I had been wondering what was… Continue reading Diary of a Clown.
An Englishman, the L-word, a dangerous sexual kink, a dramatic breakup and a bottle of Belvedere. For those who are new here, I post at a rate of once per month. Those who are close to me know I am in the middle of writing my first novel and these blogs take some time to… Continue reading Frank.
Moving on and getting under. Two months ago, I vividly remember sitting there at 9 o'clock at night, my Whatsapp chat with him open, watching "online" appear and disappear underneath his name over and over again. Online all night long and yet the two check marks at the bottom of my message never turned blue.… Continue reading Look what you made me do, I’m with somebody new.
The tale of two sweet men and not practising what you preach. Let me preface this by saying if you have never seen 'Two Guys and a Girl', 1. Sorry for using a reference you won't understand and 2. What the hell were you watching between the years of 1998-2001? Because it was the SHIT!… Continue reading Two guys and a girl
Where has she been? What happening. What's next. She. Has. Returned. With serious intent. First of all, apologies for the lack of content. Secondly, I didn't mean to rhyme there. Thirdly, the three-month hiatus from blogging wasn't intentional, as I've been writing consistently over that time. Some pieces I'm incredibly proud of but have not… Continue reading Choice, Chance, Change.