Spring Like

I’m sitting in my hotel room in Los Angeles (more about that later… or you can see wagwan on my social media accounts, whichever you prefer) watching rolling news.  Paris is burning.  And it’s all terrifying.  It feels slightly wrong typing out la-di-da-di-da things.  Hence why the Bright Old Things post was at least a good… Continue reading Spring Like

The Tide is High

Today my feet felt like they were going to snap off from the crunchy numbing cold.  Maybe it was down to the late afternoon spent trudging through icy Hyde Park and then standing in the tiers of the Emirates, urging Arsenal to “PRESSSSSSSS!”  As January rumbles around, I’ve needed to dress up up up in order to motivate myself… Continue reading The Tide is High