L’été
I’ve been incredibly sporty recently. Well, I say sporty. I mean watching the World Cup from the comfort of a chair with some 9% beer to make it more fun. […]
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Le Cirque
Lately I’ve been quite frankly spoiled. Spoiled in the amount of time I’ve gotten to spend with people I like so much they make me vomit. Really. That’s a good […]
Le Retour
Well, loyal readers (hi mum!) I’m back from my hiatus. Since this is a travel blog, I didn’t see the point in writing over summer. Although, “travel blog” is definitely […]
My Arab Spring
If I was some Syrian rebel trying to ignite the uprising I’d be fucking terrible. I’d see someone setting fire to themself at a market and be like, wow that’s […]
‘ow you say…projectile vomit
On Friday, Romualde had said he’d give me a lift to Béthune, instead of me getting the bus, and since I’d finished early I was waiting outside the school. There […]
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