Archive for September 2012

steampunk speak-easy

September 29, 2012

A few days ago Mr P turned 39. He decided that turning 1839 would be way awesomer. And the awesomest thing about combining 1839, London and oscillating metallic technology is Steampunk. Obviously. Yesterday evening, we donned appropriate attire, met some gorgeous friends at an underground speak-easy in Marylebone to partake of absinthe and gin. I […]

equinox on my door

September 24, 2012

The last few weeks have felt like a Giant Arse Pain. I’ve been all cranky and restless and pissy with myself and feeling generally like I am wearing a scratchy wooly jumper 24/7. According to the Astro Wizards we have ALL been in this weird liminal place between the seasons, but there was a shift […]

liminal spaces

September 20, 2012

Pre-coffee, I am expected to negotiate two tube lines, with a change in between where I have to leave one station, walk outside, cross one of the busiest roads in London, and enter another station in order to board the second train. If it was up to me, I would not be sharing the first […]

all the noms (sponsored by aunt flo, and the letter p)

September 09, 2012

Not shown: the sea-salt Belgian choc, consumed Friday night while home alone watching Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, which may have caused the mid-movie epiphany that Dr Alfred Jones is basically Mr P had he specialised his zoological penchant in piscine pursuits; the pirate pub burger and chips at 10pm on Saturday night post-pop-up magic, […]

sacred cow

September 04, 2012

Confession: whenever I decided to change my body, my sole motivation was to reduce the size of my arse to something that did not resemble the back of a Black Cab. I wanted to look hot on the beach in a bikini. I concentrated on the outside stuff because I thought that the sacred cow […]