Benign self-destruction

Last week, I sent and received this picture four or five times, my dearest girlfriends and I all marvelling at the unapologetic glamour and insouciance. None of us have won an Emmy – never mind four of them (yet, anyway) – but we all recognised the feeling. The deep exhale, the giddy pleasure of a… Continue reading Benign self-destruction

From Bristol with love

I took this. Or: “Naughty Badger’s* step-by-step guide to an awesome couple of days away”. *Not sure if I’ve explained this nickname. It’s not as deviant as it sounds, unfortunately. Step one: Set off alarmingly early, because your significant other needs to renew their railcard and is confident that this can be done at the… Continue reading From Bristol with love