The dog spent about half an hour rotating between these three spots, before giving up and going to sit inside.
The dog spent about half an hour rotating between these three spots, before giving up and going to sit inside.
My sister just knocked on the window and gave me the finger so I called her a goth kid and she laughed and nodded.
In Pompeii, my sister and I spent ages planning this MTV Cribs episode that we were going to film in one of the roman villas there. It was brilliant.
But then everyone who wasn’t my sister and I got moody and hot and hungry and we had to rush through the rest and I got angry because I’d literally waited 10 years to go there and it was one of my major childhood dreams and they were just being urgh.
The end.
As I was going through last summer’s photos, I remembered this had been sitting in my drafts for about 10 months.
Remember that time when Dad pointed out the hill by the road near where my grandparents live, the hill we’ve driven past a gazzilion times, the road that I always think about highwaymen on because a) there’s loads of old trees b) it’s a really flat road out of London c) essex d) dick turpin, the hill that is right by this old, flat road that reminds me of highwaymen, and he pointed it out and casually says “That’s where they used to gibbet people”
