Bank holiday starts now and I'm still dripping from the shower — couldn't decide what to wear so I gave up halfway through getting ready. Want to help me pick?
Bank holiday starts now and I'm still dripping from the shower — couldn't decide what to wear so I gave up halfway through getting ready. Want to help me pick?
Creamfields is barely open and the bass is already rolling across the fields — getting dressed felt pointless so I'm barely bothering. Want to see what I'm wearing into this?
Carnival's not until the weekend but I'm already three hours deep in my costume box — found feathers in places I forgot I had. Want to see what I'm putting together?
Back from a whole summer of festival tents and my own bed is doing things to me I wasn't ready for. Want to see what I'm doing about it?
Sunday morning yoga with zero plans and even fewer clothes — my body's still half-asleep but it knows exactly what it's doing. Want to see how deep this stretch goes?
Reading's main stage chewed me up and spat me back to camp — still too wired to bother putting myself back together. Care to see the damage?
Got to Green Man early and the Brecon Beacons are already messing with my head — all these hills and golden light before the music's even started. Want to see what this place does to me tonight?
Three hours deep into a scene that won't let me go and I've barely looked up — my coffee's gone cold and my sweater's given up on staying where it belongs. Care to distract me, or should I keep writing?
Everyone's packing up their tents and heading home — I'm still in mine and not going anywhere yet. Care to join me?
Got to Edinburgh early for the book festival and my notebook's already half-full — something about this city and all these writers has me brimming. Care to find out what I'm filling the pages with?