Well. Lads. How are we?Welcome to what is essentially about to become my unofficial diary that I am choosing to publish online as I semi-disguise it as a creative outlet. To be completely honest with all two people reading this, I have absolutely no idea how this whole thing works so if my layout is …
Alex in Lockdownland.
Right. Lads. How are we. Much like HBO's "Game of Thrones", I am beyond fond of a prolonged hiatus, but unlike HBO's "Game of Thrones" it is not because I want to have as much time and money to perfect the final season, but rather because it turns out that I am categorically lazy during …
2020: We’re all mad here.
Right. Lads. How are we. To begin, I do truly feel that my writing sessions are back with the ultimate London bang, as I write this sat in a busy South West London cafe, whilst surrounded (genuinely, I sit here trapped) by yummy mummies helping their children whose names I can only imagine to be …
Still down the rabbithole.
Right. Lads. How are we. Firstly, I would like to begin this post by mentioning the fact that my last post opened with a reference to Andrew Scott and his sacrilegiously sexy rendition of the Hot Priest and since then I have attended a private talk with him so honestly I feel like I summoned …
Back down the rabbithole.
Right. Well. Lads. How are we. It has been an unnaturally long time since my last post, and honestly I feel that this should be preluded with "Forgive me Father*, for I have sinned" because I feel that writing this is the closest that I have come to confession since skipping the mandatory pre-confirmation confession …
The beginning of year two in Londonland.
*The Friends theme tune plays in the distance because let me tell you pals, noone told me life was gonna be this way *clap clap clap clap** Right. Lads. How are we. I do realise that it has been an exceptionally long time since I've expressed my utter ramblings and examples of instability in the …
Alex in Theatreland: Part 1.
Right. Well. Lads. How are we. Me again. I feel like this is the only way that I know how to write an opening line as I am the tiniest bit socially awkward and often open all conversations like this complete with a quick greeting and an introduction so it seems only right that I …
A broke gal’s guide to surviving Londonland.
As someone who moved to this cosmopolitan metropolis in the hopes of pursuing a career in the arts it is really not a surprise to say that my bank account let out a little wail and a whimper any time I put my card into an ATM upon my arrival here, and now two internships …
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One year in Londonland.
Firstly, I am absolutely screaming at myself because as I brainstorm this post, I am sitting in the Leon of Heathrow's Terminal 2 waiting to leave London once again and board a flight to Cork for the SECOND time this month. But, today, Wednesday June 6th, marks one year exactly since me and my two very large and overweight …
Things that I miss since moving to London.
Hi. Me again. Hope all is well. As I write this, I am once again sitting in a café in West London where I am currently on my fourth attempt of writing this post as my first attempt a few days ago was disrupted by the fact that I had to leave the café as …
Things that I have not realised since moving to London.
Right so lads how are we? Hope ye are all FAB.Shoutout to my pals back home dying from the Kinsale 7's or a saucy bank holiday night out in Reardan's while I'm here sitting in a Chiswick café after work trying to decide whether or not I can afford (both financially and physically) a second …
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