Happy St Patricks Day! What a strange little holiday this is; today marks the one calendar day of the year where everyone tries to change their nationality and tie themselves with the Emerald Isle. I won’t pretend that I’m not guilty of doing this – my great-grandparents were Irish, so I also share in the mutual loyalty that most vaguely-Irish people cling to.
To celebrate this most joyous of festivities, last night I was invited down to Bristol’s newest Irish whiskey bar, to partake in a tasting of that most Irish of whiskeys, Tullamore D.E.W. [Read more]
You are all well aware of how much I adore anything vintage. I would estimate that probably 40% of my clothing is from charity shops, jumble sales and kilo sale events (like the brilliant Bristol Textile Recyclers), and I’m always on the lookout for affordable vintage. [Read more]
Like any good hipster, I adore coffee (and Twin Peaks). I never thought I would be such a fan of the hard stuff; I have always first and foremost been a tea drinker, but in my ever-advancing years I’m finding my tastes shift more and more over to the dark side. [Read more]