For some reason, London was making me really blue. I couldn’t pinpoint a reason, which made the feeling seem invalid and ridiculous, but the lowness stayed with me no matter how many books I read, walks I went on or people I let tell me about their problems. Having some time off and some money,…… Continue reading We’ll Always Have Paris
It’s been two long years. Two long, agonising, frustrating, hair falling out, questioning the publishing industry, questioning natural taste, questioning life itself years and I have reached numero three. The two previous books did nothing other than introduce us all to the most lifeless, detestable and downright pathetic couple to ever grace literature with their moaning and…… Continue reading Chapter One: You did this, world. You did this by buying this trash.