The Boy Likes Gin

Friday night at the bar has me thinking profound thoughts. Again.

How is it weird to doorstep a couple of perfect strangers and waffle on about the midterm election results in Ohio ? Not in the slightest. 

Today like every other day. A power walk to the gym before Lisbon wakes up. But why ? Maybe it’s because I feel at home on the streets among the stray dogs and lunatics. 

My pesky inner saboteurs are at it again. They mean well, but I am on to them. I think. 

Julia! My wonderful friend. Here is my WhatsApp 50th birthday voice message to you but shared with THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! I want others to have a glimpse into our special friendship. I want them to see for a moment the dazzling person who has helped me and inspired me so much. It is recorded in the way I record all my daily WhatsApp messages you: on my phone, unscripted, wind whistling, me rambling, bracelets jangling and my voice as free and bouncy is it can be. Thank you for everything, and more. 

Today. Nothing like yesterday. Percy and I had an intruder. I am not sure how I feel about it, yet. 

I need to take the podcast back to first principles. A joy machine. A place not to be heard or to sound important but a dreamland of stories, a space for me to speak and waffle on. It makes me so happy. Mum is not well, and I need all the jolliness I can muster. Sorry, darlings! Anyhoo. All explained within. 

My heart was in my mouth as I waited to hear if my ex-boyfriend wasn't harmed in the Berlin Pride attack. He wasn't, thank goodness. It may make the fear caused by the attack a little easier to manage if we remember how far we in Europe have come over the last few decades in gay rights - and human rights.  This heinous barbarity will firm our resolve to go even further. 

Receiving a 'sad face' emoji on the night of Brexit made me realise that nation I adored had changed. I knew the impact of Brexit would be bad, but I never imagined that things would get this bad. Watching the wonderful nation go to war with itself is heartbreaking to watch. Will Mr Burnham, the prime minister-in-waiting, be brave and lead Britain back to whom it once was?  Receiving the happy face emoji will tell me that he has.  

#rejoin #reversebrexit 

My grandad was an Indian immigrant into Britain in the 1950's. He taught me a lot about integration. Become new, was his example. He didn't teach me to wear yellow trousers. I learnt that all by myself.