Category: Getting Laid

I have sat on a number for weeks, then ruined my own nerves with wine. Want and wisdom do not clock in at the same time.

Last night with the girls started the usual way, proper loud and messy in some random Shoreditch bar that smelled…

It started soft, the way the best ones sometimes do. We met outside that bar in Dalston after the girls…

It began the way the best ones always seem to, with that low hum of possibility in a crowded Hackney…

The night started ordinary enough, just another Friday with the girls in a crowded East London bar, the kind where…

This my friends, will get very graphic, but I need to set it up first. So I met Scott through…

I woke slow this morning, the kind of slow that only happens when every bit of you still carries the…

I still cannot quite believe how quickly everything shifted last night. One minute I was leaning against the sticky bar…