Tag: home
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She Threatened To Smash My Face In
Who walks into a shop to buy some Christmas baubles for their tree and instead has ‘you’re a f*cking b*tch’ screamed into their face as ‘Jingle Bell’s’ plays in the distant background? Only yours truly ofcourse! Nothing reminds me more of the season of giving than being on the receiving end of the odd curse…
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Poem: Home
Where is ‘home’? Is home my little brick house by the sea, corroded by gale gusts and seagulls? Is home the place in my mind, that place noone else can see of? Does my heart lead me home, where my parents still reside? Or if migrated, is it instead the place where I first began…
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Change
I feel like I’m in such a weird space at present, no sooner have I moved flat than I’m trawling the jobboards of everything from Indeed.com to Craigslist (ok maybe not Craigslist). Being a seasoned veteran on these job sites is not something I’m proud of, frequenting them so much that Google ads now pop…
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I Finally Did It!
If you’ve been following my quarrels and qualms in my quest to find a new humble abode here, then it may come as a surprise to both you and I that I have done the impossible and actually managed to find a place to live come September this year! But before I bathe in…
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Hunting
I’m currently looking for a new place to live here in London, having lived here for almost three years now, it’s safe to say I’ve done my fair share of moving around. From Golders Green to West Ham and places in between. I’m someone who likes change and I think as my rent will be…
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Why Are We So Messy?
If you’re a messy son of a b*tch like me then you should be shouting that fact from the rooftops, hilltops and every other kind of top out there. Wear your messiness like a medal of honour my friend. Let me tell for you why: 1. It boosts your immune system Yes mouldy pots and…
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Is Being Messy Actually A Good Thing?
Maybe this is just what I keep telling myself to make me feel better as I hurdle over the dirty dishes, shimmy past the week-old laundry and divebomb straight into bed after a night out with friends. Yes, my flat more times than enough looks like the scenes of an explosion, comparing it rather to…
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The Land Of Ice & Fire – Northern Ireland
I’m returning home for a short stint of rest and recuperation tomorrow, which normally means gorging on copious amounts of chocolate until someone shoots me with an insulin pen while drowsily watching yet another round of ‘Saving Private Ryan’. My dad’s choice btw, who I’ve no doubt will be out for the count before the…
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Home: Rent Or Buy Which Is Best?
As I wipe a tear from my eye each month as I watch more than ¾ of my salary fly out the window towards the cost of renting here in London, I ask myself – is it all worth it?! This matchbox size of an apartment, does it really warrant the equivalent cost of…
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Poem: Cold
It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes – curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake. Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock. The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…
The Neon Squid 