adore amy

Well it seems a long stretch since I padlocked the largest of my (many, and in various states of disrepair) suitcases and headed for the capital, but that’s possibly because it is – sorry! Two weeks ago this afternoon I was marching down Piccadilly with fellow sluts (more here from the Huffington Post, and I’m […]

Well sort of – the title is slightly misleading (since the last time I was actually in Leicester Square was probably when KLR and I paid a visit to the super-busy KFC there when on our way to see James Earl Jones in Driving Miss Daisy at the Wyndhams theatre last year) but that did […]