There are many things I love about living In London. The fact that even at the tender age of thirty I never feel weird about being childless, un married or in a secure job, The wide ranging choice of post pub snack to assist the process of sobering up on a school night and...
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Is Orange the only fruit?
Whilst attempting to rectify a mobile phone fault the other day I stumbled upon a tragic realisation. Parents and friends aside the longest relationship I have ever had has been with a phone company. Thirteen years have passed since I first put pen to paper and jumped into bed with orange. Thirteen long years...
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