Living My Truth in Bournemouth πŸ–οΈπŸŸ

Nothing says Gallivanting Goth like a seaside trip on a bank holiday weekend! Indeed, before life got slightly disrupted by a bunch of twats in suits, travelling was a staple in my life (never a syringe πŸ˜‰). In some respect, it still is, with locations being just a little more local for now, until the twats in suits get prison suits. I feel very blessed … Continue reading Living My Truth in Bournemouth πŸ–οΈπŸŸ

In The City in EC3 : An Occult Walk πŸ“ΈπŸ‘£

The beautiful thing with street photography is that it does not rely on any external factor for full enjoyment : all that is needed is a camera, a willingness to explore and the ability to see beauty everywhere. As we are slowly devolving into a fascist state ruled by “Certificate of Vaccine Id” (aka Covid), I am glad that I have this hobby of mine … Continue reading In The City in EC3 : An Occult Walk πŸ“ΈπŸ‘£

Seaze The Day : Fun in Brighton!🌊🐟

When life gives me demons, I like to hex them away by playing ‘Highway to Hell’ . When life gives me lemons, I go to Brighton for some fish and chips! Yesterday was Easter Sunday and I gleefully spent it in Brighton with a friend. No grandmas were killed during the process of getting there. In fact, the train was full of youngsters and oldsters … Continue reading Seaze The Day : Fun in Brighton!🌊🐟

Blue Monday : The Blues or The Bloom? πŸ’™πŸ‹

Is there a Smurf hidden in my Huawei phone? This is legitimately the question I asked myself when I looked back at my phone’s gallery today (well, not really but I am bored and need some literary drama). Somehow, all of last week’s pictures from my London walks have one common point: they’re bluer than Clumsy Smurf choking on a blueberry. So what did I … Continue reading Blue Monday : The Blues or The Bloom? πŸ’™πŸ‹

Caged but Not Trapped…πŸ“Έ

… are the photos piling up on my phone’s memory card! Back when I was blogging on auto-censorship mode, I’d only post aesthetically pleasing photos that may please a potential audience. This meant that I’d waste many photos I would randomly take, and never publish them. But now, I am free, have no artificial constraints and can literally put a pic of me flipping the … Continue reading Caged but Not Trapped…πŸ“Έ

A Blast in Paris πŸ‡«πŸ‡·

As I am waiting for the Eurostar 9039 to depart towards Blighty, I am feeling  very pleased about my little allegedly evil excursion back home (eye rolling is included in this paragraph).

Sure, I did not get to take my mum out to eat at her favourite buffet.

Sure, I did not have a classic steak-frites with my dad in the heart of Saint Michel.

Sure, I did not get to see my nephews go crazy at the local soft play area whilst me and my brother just destroy crΓͺpes and coffee.

(Yeah,we like our food)

But!!

I saw all my family. We hugged, had a laugh, ate dodgy takeout and I even played the classic 90s games Worms with my bro. And I lost … Dammit!!

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