Presented without comment or context, my Notes page (offline Twitter drafts) from my recent trip to England:
It’s raining and I’m wearing my giant Lanvin sunglasses.
I. Love. Pubs.
“He couldn’t pull weeds, mate”
I’ve been in Shoreditch 20 minutes and I’m already obsessed.
Make tea not war.
Kings cross station: someone starts playing a song from Amelie on a street piano. I might be crying. I definitely have goosebumps.
Just fell utterly in love with the street musician at the Tottingham Court tube station. He’s singing Rihanna.
I find underground wind both strange and wonderful
“They have illegal fixie races in Oxford.”
“This door is older than your country.”
Espresso macchiato & sparkling water… Don’t mind if I do!