For dinner tonight I’m making my boo delicious fish. ‘Defishous’, I’m calling it. It involves some mashed potato, some, on the turn, broccoli and some defrosted peppered smoked mackerel. Defishous. You see, when you’ve got a top boo, those are the levels you need to… Read More
Two days ago, I saw a bro wearing this shirt in Peckham Rye. In my hood. There he was. Brazenly. Wearing. This shirt. On the same train platform as me. I know for a fact it costs $359. I can’t even be bothered to work… Read More
Why do people only check in on Facebook at places they think will impress others? On my feed, the amount of times I’m told ‘so-and-so’ is at ‘Soho House in Shoreditch’, or ‘whats-and-such’ ‘arrived in Prague’, is starting to reek of high-order bellknobbery. I mean,… Read More
