I spent a week over Easter back home in Norfolk. On my last day there we went to this place, the beautiful Felbrigg Hall, and all you could see for miles was a warm, blue, cloudless sky. It’s that I miss the most now I’m back in London.
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I spent a week over Easter back home in Norfolk. On my last day there we went to this place, the beautiful Felbrigg Hall, and all you could see for miles was a warm, blue, cloudless sky. It’s that I miss the most now I’m back in London.
I buy the same thing for lunch almost every day. An apple, a cheese sandwich (of the purest kind – cheese and bread, no butter) and a bottle of water. It is cheap and the cheese, the queso manchego, is delicious. I sit on a warm stone wall in the Plaza Santa Ana to eat my rudimentary sandwich and think of Hemingway.

Ever wondered what it would be like to tour the London Science Museum while dressed as a cockroach…?
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QPR v Norwich City 0-0
Three things:
1) Norwich fans are very good at making up chants to the tune of eighties disco hits.
2) Shaun Wright-Phillips is indeed very small. But like, really really small. 3) Loftus Road is not a nice ground. A hot drink and a chocolate bar cost £3. A HOT DRINK AND A CHOCOLATE BAR.
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I saw Solange at XOYO in London this week. Here’s what I thought of it.
Few members of the audience had probably heard Solange’s music before October, when she released ‘Losing You’, a faultless, mellow sort-of dance track that has a brilliant bubbly drum beat and an equally brilliant video. Now 26, she has paired up with Dev Hynes (yes, that Dev Hynes, of great talent but terribly-named band), signed to independent label Terrible Records (run by Grizzly Bear’s Chris Taylor) and found an individual, authentic sound that fits her almost as well as her radically-patterned suit.
(You can read the full review here.)
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My parents just sent me this picture of the back garden, at home in Norwich. As lovely as it looks, I’m pretty glad I’m in the relative warmth of London right now, where I can get around via tunnels in the ground where the temperature rarely falls below 20 degrees.
I was fourteen years old and unsure about most things, including myself. It was a spring evening and I was going to a party, at a pub – or at least, in the garden of a pub. It was owned by the girl’s parents, and had a small caravan park out back, and a trampoline. This was where we drank cans of beer and felt so much older than we were.
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I’m working for a magazine called Inside Housing for a couple of weeks. They’re part of Trinity Mirror, which is based in Canary Wharf, and this was taken from the Trinity Mirror canteen, on the 21st floor. The best thing about working in Canary Wharf? The ‘workplace responsibility’ notices. And the slightly dodgy lifts. And the fact that you have to swipe in and out of every single door. It’s a metallic marble dreamland.