Local Language

  • gypsy’s warning

    A quiet word to an employee or aquaintance, suggesting that they’d best proceed with caution in respect of their current conduct or attitude, or they may be in for an unpleasant surprise. The details of which aren’t actually set out by the giver of the warning, who may or may not have control over their…

Journal

  • For Every Season

    I know, right? You wish you had my mad baking skills. And you wish you were here with cupcake crumbs on your jumper, eh?

  • Round Two

    Happy after Halloween, ya’ll! Now put down that fun size Snickers and consider how many minutes you’ll need to spend on the treadmill to work off your next bite… Still hungry?

  • The Hitchhiker

    He had a beautiful black coat. It wasn’t quite long, but it wasn’t very short, either. Soft cheeks. Sharp ears. And tufts of hair behind his ears that were very nice to nuzzle. I called him Midnight. Midnight was a hitchhiker that caught a ride with my friend on a country road one dark October…

  • Son in Law

    This has very little to do with our lives in London. It’s more personal than that. I hope you can handle it.

  • Dessert First

    Sometimes it is a challenge to be me. I have a lot of free time and I am really fabulous. Do you know how hard that makes behaving?!

  • Drew’s Big Fat New Job

    Some of you may have expected it when you heard Ticketmaster closed the echo offices, but after almost four months of working for Ticketmaster proper – I am moving on to a new gig…

  • Have You Met Your Ideal Meerkat?

    This is my new friend. Yeah, uhh. Okkaayyy.

  • Day-Glo is for Our Health and Safety

    These shoes have nothing to do with this post, but I am so jealous of Drew’s cool new trainers that I can’t help myself. I am also jealous that he can wear his trainers to work.

  • Happy Anniversary to Us (GIVEAWAY)

    With a record number of comments, we have successfully named a winner in the Happy Anniversary to Us Giveaway! Now I know what I must do with my day.

  • St. Paul’s Cathedral

    I can’t explain why I am drawn to this building, but it’s almost like an anchor. This is the defining feature of my London neighborhood. It’s the place I ran to when I had the most to lose. For some reason, this big church means something inexplicably special to me.

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