The fake British accent I would put on when ordering coffee so that the Polish girls behind the counter could understand me. Men who whispered ‘sexy’ under their breath as I walked through the Common. Sitting on the top of a double-decker watching Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly and Kensington roll past.
I’m going to blow my own horn here, since that’s what this website seems to be designed for, right? Shameless self promotion. Sweet, sweet shamelessness. So, this past year I threw away all my life plans, sold all my stuff and moved to London to do an MA in creative