As regular readers of the divine Big City Life know, one of the enduring loves of my life is the spoilt-avo-eating-child-licking-scary-sounding Rottweiler, Hera. She adores me, or at least I like to think so, though a nagging doubt in the back of my mind persists that should I stop slipping her delicious delicacies she would turn […]
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I am inherently anti-social. When faced with the option of a party full of people, or a night at home with a good book, some red wine and the possibility of decadent chocolate cake, home wins every time. I like my space, I despise having to be nice to people whom I will probably never […]
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Rhubarb Pot. Say it out-loud. Rhubarb Pot. Sounds oddly dirty doesn’t it? Like something a filthy old man would call his lustful young piece on the side while he showers her in strawberry sauce. I think it’s the pairing of the explosive P and B sounds. Whatever the cause I found myself collecting odd side-long […]
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Last week I may have mentioned how frightfully anti-social I am. After reading about this bad habit of mine (you know the one, where I run maniacally away from approaching individuals), I have been inundated with hordes of people dropping by to say that they didn’t know I wasn’t keen on people, and isn’t it […]
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There are days when you simply need a Nutella filled, Nutella butter frosted cupcake. Not want, not even desire, but need in order to maintain human function. Then there are days when that rich, decadent, heavenly mouthful isn’t even enough and for those days you need a Fluffanutta which consists of a vanilla based cupcake […]
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I am unashamedly besotted with coffee culture, Italian culture and with the premise of a comfy place to work with great coffee and even better (read free, high speed) wifi. Being a writer tends to lend itself to a nomadic way of working but in my quest to find the perfect spot I find myself […]
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