Tag Archives: Plymouth

That Time I Nearly Drowned.

Memory is a strange old thing, really…. Taking a ridiculously late walk to Asda my mind wandered off into a familiar territory of guilt in regards to neglecting my blog. The content is all there, ready to be written…. Musings, … Continue reading

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That Time I Drunkenly Got Locked Out.

How many times have I, or will I in the future start a blog entry by describing how dazed, confused and hungover I am? Well here’s another one. Only this time, instead of being awoken by the suns optimistic shine … Continue reading

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That Time We Went Ghost Hunting.

I wake up, the world is still spinning, the room has empty vodka and rum bottles scattered across the floor, the fake blood setting under my nails for the next four days, face full of smudged eyeliner, and an ever … Continue reading

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That Time I Got Lost Because Of A Selfie.

30/05/16 I’m not going to sit here and bullshit you by saying that I make the smartest of decisions 100% of the time. In fact on the contrary you could say that it would be surprising to a lot of … Continue reading

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That Time Some Bloke Tried to Groom Me

Fifteen is quite a strange time for anybody, really. You’re in sniffing distance of possible dependency, just a few arduous hurdles to go and then you’re starting a new race in adulthood, but first you’ve got to deal with the … Continue reading

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