Apparently my cherry flavoured lip balm is gay. Getting thrilling nostalgia for the pink power ranger costume i wore for 3 consecutive mufti days

Still on the fence as to whether giving my mate a book written by my great-grandfather for his birthday was thoughtful or just wanky af

Pitifully little information as to what to do with a drunken sailor late in the evening

i love saying “my friend” in conversation and it’s a girl i’ve had sex with twice

“You seem happier” cheers someone hot has is love bombing me and i’m two glasses of mulled wine deep

i’m feeling it, whatever it is

For once. Please. Can you be less nitpicky. Just leave that nit unpicked this one time. Thank you

Falling in love with an attractive person. Want more people to know that that’s how my life is going right now and kindly ignore my pitiful writing output of recent.

“The hell where youth and laughter go”. My relative, Guy, on his wedding day. One of “The Few”, he was killed in action a year later aged 26.

The worst part about being self-made is having to learn how to ski at 40 instead of 4

LSE ROBBERY - Could I really be riddled with self-loathing for digging deep to buy a £65 LSE hoodie whilst waiting for a mate because i cannot be left alone for 20 minutes?

Still regret not having been into Celebrity Traitors as it would’ve been really nice to have been able to talk to someone about something

I feel really bad for Jacob Elordi actually. People always focusing on him being excessively handsome and probably laughing at his every word like he’s Tim Key or something just because they don’t know what else to do around him because of his distracting beauty

My biggest financial pickle is purchasing a lot of underwear having been made to look and stare and suddenly losing the undergarments i was wearing

A girl asked me if i was putting on a fake British accent just to make me sound “hot and charming” and can’t believe it only took me travelling 3,470 miles to be called “hot and charming”

Whilst work today wasn’t anecdote central, pretty sure I’m probably the only person on the number 3 express train in NY listening to Cheryl’s 2010 classic ‘Parachute’

Fans of posh stereotypes will be delighted to hear that a mate of mine does dirty talk in Latin

[Horniest a guy's ever been] I really liked your substack on Frida Kahlo