Summer in London



FRONT ROW AT THE BREXIT SHOW



A while back, I attended a dinner party with a group of people I didn’t know well. It was a typical London gathering, friendly and polite with lots of booze and chatter. Until somebody mentioned the B-word.

Although the night was cold and the balcony structure reported to be dodgy, I headed outside. Another guest followed with lighter and cigarette and I assumed he too was trying to avoid the Brexit conversation. Then he started crying…

coming soon!

WHY ASKING FOR A SMILE COULD BE A BAD IDEA


telling women to smile


AMAZING THINGS THAT HAPPEN ON MY ROOF TERRACE



TROUBLE IN HEAVEN