The latest antic in work (soho sex shop) is that someone took a fake £5 ‘coz they were playing smash or pass with the new King Charles note

I found a hair in the dinner I made at home who the f do I complain to

I am published in a book! One in Five by Louisa Britain / @roadsidemum is in my hands. Little me could cry. I submitted an entry four years ago for a callout, detailing my own experiences of growing up on the bread line and how that has intertwined with me today. She’s here.

I’ve started regularly cycling in London and when I tell you my arch enemy’s become white straight blokes in Lycra and those fugly fucking glasses

“Why do we gotta tell each other how to live, the only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in”

Only fun girlies commute on the Charing Cross branch of the Northern Line

I switched a work lanyard from a rainbow one for my own safety recently. Kind of sad.

Hey mate I’m just checking if you still got that Dalston Kingsland room 24-27 Dec, £850 excl. bills and no use of kitchen utensils

If common sense was a bus, it drove past your stop

One minute you’re 18 and out in the club, the next you’re 29 and putting tablemats under your glass cos you just cleaned that damn thing

I'm NCTJ-qualified, and actively looking to work (remotely), so would love to hear from editors about shift work / assignments that need filling. Especially since I writes real good* (I do, seriously, write well). My eyes and ears are on the ground. decbowring.com

Slightly foul-mouthed reviews for @prowlersoho - #Soho Gay Bars! All my favourite places, feat. @VillageSoho @TheDunkySoho @1DukeOfWelly + other much-loved legendary boozers. 🪩🌈

Brazil is going nicely. Bit warm tho innit. #NewProfilePic

Sometimes I’m sat at the top deck of a bus, front seat, feeling pretty abysmal about everything — then my bus drives over a central London Bridge and the scenery from both sides makes me feel suspended in time, towered by glass, chasms, and sunsets; everything works out. 😌🕊️

Oi oiiii! I’m training with the NCTJ for a multimedia journalism diploma. I figured it’s only take me 10 years to get here. I’m an entrant via the Journalism Diversity Fund, which is the only way this would’ve been possible for me. Hope to make stories, waves, and trouble. 😌

I wanna go to parties maaaaaan. Like, at a house, there’s a room each for people who are talking/dancing/laughing, good music and proper vibes. Then bed by 11pm obvi coz I’m at the end of my twenties and can’t hack the session no more

It’s all just a bunch of Hocus Pcous