London Zoo.
Into the wild.
Strictly come dancing.
Charlotte's bike: it was stolen from outside Vauxhall station but the next day she found it on Gumtree and persuaded the police to go and get it for her.
Welcome to the dollhouse.
Emma.
Occasionally I have work meetings in pubs, which makes me feel pretty cool.
For some reason I thought Patisserie Paul was the poshest place to buy a croissant in London, until I went inside. It's actually just like an expensive brown version of Greggs.
TV burp.
Curb your enthusisasm.
The thick of it.
Surfing in Wales is probably the most fun thing I've ever done - even in September. And it's right on our doorstep - only 200 miles down the road from London.
Don't tell the bride.
The thick of it.
I passed my driving test, just about. And then, as if to prove a point to myself, the next day I drove 130 miles on my own- 60 miles of which were in the dark- and shat myself so much the whole time I'll probably never get behind the wheel again.
Right then, now I'm off to Colombia for four weeks. And boy do I need a break after this abuse! (In the comments.)
iHasta lluego! etc.
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