![]() Success has made me busier, but it hasn’t changed me. We later found out he’d died of a cardiac arrest. I ended up doing CPR on him for 20 minutes. We went over to check he was all right and saw he was struggling for air. Everyone was giving him a wide berth as he looked hammered. ![]() In east London, me and my girlfriend saw what we thought was someone who’d had a few too many, sitting by the road. ![]() That’s the stuff of childhood dreams.Ī stranger died in my arms three weeks ago. Or putting things in your supermarket trolley without asking permission. There’s a real feeling of adult achievement about choosing your own bedtime. I clearly haven’t done it here, which is a good sign. I prepare conversations in my head before a social interaction. I can’t be doing with them existing in the same universe as me. I’d listen to R&B Hits 2002 and enjoy having no idea what everyone I know is up to. Just to soak up the feeling of not knowing what social media is. If I could go back in time, I’d go to the early noughties. I’d let the rest of the world go without gherkins if it meant I could have them all. I’ll unveil them to myself again soon, it’ll be a nice reunion.īrined stuff is my guilty pleasure. ![]() I won three for Stath Lets Flats, but I put them away while I was writing the new series, so they didn’t stare at me and keep me up at night. Even if you know the answer’s going to be no. As a kid, you’re never more than five minutes away from asking if you can have some crisps. The noise of crisp-crunching, the oiliness of crisps, the smell of them. ![]() My dad’s responsible for the way I dress salad.Ĭrisps are the sensory soundtrack of childhood. My mum’s responsible for my capacity to love. My dad’s responsible for the way I dress salad My mum is responsible for my capacity to love. ![]()
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