It didn’t take long for me to re- read my New Year’s Day post and start picking holes in it, looking for gaps and inconsistencies. I missed out a very important resolution- buy a dress that makes my tits look absolutely cracking– so I need to edit that one in for starters. The second thing…
I flew back to England last month wheeling an almost empty suitcase behind me. With the incipient change of the season I needed to supplement my wardrobe with a coat or two, hoodies, boots with a decent tread on them for when the Siberian winds start blowing in and the cobblestones freeze over. I spent…
So! I’ve banged on quite enough about the tricky bits of Eroticon 2019. Here are some of my best bits: 1. Sharing a room with Hannah Lockhardt. It is broadly unnecessary at this juncture to go into detail about the degree to which my time spent with Hannah could be characterised as TRAUMA BONDING.…
Continue reading‘If in doubt, photograph your bum’: Eroticon part 2
God, I love this city. As I walk out of the SBahn station at Warschauerstrasse the first thing I see is the Fernsehturm, the iconic TV tower, over across town, lighting up the night sky. It’s 11pm and the air is so cold that my lungs hurt, and the streets are gritted- every now…
Continue readingBerlin, Part 1: Lah- tex, Brexit and a golden lion
Today on my break at work I sat in the kitchen area and scrolled through Twitter for ten minutes, as I usually do. I was particularly struck this afternoon by how much of my feed was made up of a particular kind of interaction; flirtatious back and forth, empathetic hugs and metaphorical hair- stroking, requests…