I know this is almost a month late, but better late than never I suppose…

Not gonna go into a long analysis of 2013 because quite frankly, it was a fucking shit year, and I am relieved and happy that it is finally over.

BUT! Amongst all the shit stuff, the year also had some golden, life changing, moments. So I figured I’d sum it up with a list and some pictures.


– Broke up with my long-term boyfriend

– Was homeless for a few weeks

Brockley room

– Moved into a house where I knew nobody & was totally depressed as I spent the majority of my days on my own in a small room

– Was extremely broke and lived off £10/day for most of the year


– Granddad fell ill in April and sadly passed away in October

Homeless life
– Was homeless again for about a month between Sept-Oct

Granddad funeral

– Granddads funeral in November



Paris half marathon
– Running the Paris half marathon with my mum (I got knocked over and ended up in an ambulance but still finished the race!)


–  FINALLY getting to the end of my stomach treatment!

– Spending time with my best friends

Sam and me

– Getting to know this fella

Malmö half marathon

– Running Malmö Half Marathon with 2 of the best people

– A 2 week holiday in Sardinia with my best friend

Getting flat keys


Renovating flat


Looking back, 2013 really was a crazy year with a lot of downs, but equally some phenomenal ups! Not sure how I had the strength to get through it, but I’m pretty sure I was able to ring in 2014 with the biggest smile on my face thanks to my family and friends.

I was a bit sad that I wasn’t able to reach some of my fitness goals for this year. Compared to 2012, this past year was definitely much less active, especially from August and onwards.

However, after having a closer look at my goals for 2013 and the way the year panned out, Im actually pretty proud of myself!

I might not have achieved the fitness goals I set out to conquer, but I did overcome the biggest health disadvantage of my life – the issue with my stomach.

I also managed to buy a flat despite being incredibly poor for most of the year, and the experience taught me how to budget and be selective and sensible when it comes to spending money.

I did travel a lot, but maybe not to the places I thought I would. However, it’s like I’ve said before – you should be careful what you wish for since life might not always grant you your wishes in the way you expect it to.

Overall, I am thankful for the lessons and insight 2013 gave me. With the pain and sadness came a lot of love and happiness, and I can’t wait to try to make 2014 my year!

Hello my dear friends!

After almost a week of harassing Dave to sort out the NYC pictures, he’s finally done it so I figured it was time to share this great adventure with you all! They are a combination of nice ones with Dave’s camera and slightly crappy ones made with my phone ;) I will add all the text another day as it takes ages to add all these pictures one by one.


The Adventure begins...

In the taxi going to the hostel

The view from the taxi

Settling in in our room

This was our livingroom where we stayed

And this was the livingroom from the other side of the room with the kitchen

Pretty building in Williamsburg

We went for a walk over the Williamsburg bridge

The view from the Williamsburg bridge

After a long walk & jetlag we decided to take the subway home

Desperately trying to stay awake with the help of beer

Considering how warm it was during the day, night time was pretty cold!

And the beer was not really keeping us awake...

So we decided to call it the day and go home and sleep


A sunny day perfect for exploring a big city!

Central Park & Dave in the sunshine

We walked around for a bit and played on the playground

After Central Park we decided to explore Times Square

We were pretty tired so decided to sit down in Times Square and have a rest


Not many pics from day three because we were doing our separate things and I didnt have a camera. However I did check out quite a lot of records shops that day and in the evening we went to Madison Square Garden to watch a Rangers game.

Obligatory picture of a yellow school bus

Rangers vs Colorado at Madison Square Garden


I dragged Dave along to go record digging with me. This awesome place was called the Thing

Dave being slightly overwhelmed by all the stuff

Then I took Dave to see all the discoveries I made the previous day

We went digging for some more records

Then we went to this amazing little Bakery on Bleecker Street

We shared delicious a pumpkin and pecan cake

After a VERY LONG day of walking we stumbled upon a little place to rest called Panda

After another long day of walking we took the subway home


Radio City Music Hall

On top of the Rockefeller Center

Empire State Building & view from top of the rock

David at the top of the rock

Central Park & view from top of the rock

Dave poking the Empire State Building

Me and the view

Rockefeller Center

An amazing little burger joint hidden in a very fancy hotel lobby

Dave at burger joint

Me drinking some milkshake


Some more Central Park

Dave enjoying some icecream in the sunshine

Me & Mr Junior at Tip Top


Hill Country - where they sell food by the weight! We ate so much meat!

Drinking some yummy southern cocktail


Last day we went for a last walk in Williamsburg

Erykah Badu on the wall in the kitchen downstairs

Last picture of me and Dave at JFK before our flight home

Kevin is another amazing person I have had the pleasure to get to know over Twitter. Having a passion for both music and writing, I asked him to write a guest post for the blog, as he (just like so many of us) has so many great stories to tell that are all related to music in one form or another. So I hope you enjoy this very first guest post and don’t forget to follow him on Twitter. Much love! x


September 1983, I’m four years old and sat on a Thursday night in front of the television, the blue grey glow lighting up the gathered family like the moon bathing the waves of the sea. A normal early evening scene and one that would never normally be particularly memorable.


The programme isn’t just any old TV show, instead it’s that sadly parted show that introduced so many of us to music as a spectacle for the first time. Top Of The Pops. And on screen comes a man so different to any I’ve seen before, dressed almost like a woman and singing about karma and chameleons, this man is so a pop star.

The funny thing is that this wasn’t just the moment I first became conscious of the spectacle of music, but one of my earliest memories too. As a person that struggles to remember their own dad’s birthday, and occasionally their own age, it seems testament to the power of the obsession that I can remember songs, gigs, TV appearances and records so clearly.

Music has always played a vital role in my life and perhaps it’s that, combined with a strangely romantic view of the world, that has made the reverberation of the airwaves so pivotal in who I am.

Music, and especially records have been my memories and photos down the years, all the major moments of my life have been soundtracked. From the great moments that linger long in the memory, such as the first night with the one that you love, a gig, a date, arms wrapped around her and the smell of her hair floating in the crowd as the music moves you as one with the beat.

Or the childhood memories of sitting, bathed in the warm yellow light of the early morning sun, listening to the needle drop, hiss and pop, on a classic Motown 45, the Beatles white album or slab of straight down the line Rock and Roll – delivered with the power and fire only Chuck Berry or Little Richard could bring – feelings that have travelled with me into my adult life. Helping me form my fetish with a medium, one that holds a modern nostalgia, a feeling of safety, awe and romance.

But then too when life turns, and the rhythms of the world aren’t in your favour music can be your worst enemy. How many times have you felt that pang of regret? or the pain of a moment long forgotten, brought back by the words, feeling or lament of an artist. To hear Jimmy Ruffin sing What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted when you’re feeling good is to revel in the humanity and force of feeling of a great artist portraying the human condition so perfectly. But to hear it when you’re that person, it knocks you sideways, stops you in your tracks and surrounds you once more with the misty fog of emotion. A fog that drops on you, surrounding your soul and isolating you from all around.

But I love the way music makes me feel, good or bad, the power and the fury of it, and I never want to lose it.

So I listen.

I listen when Seu Jorge sings,
Tanto tempo pra pensar
Mas no meio na correria acho que não deu
Eu tentando concertar a nossa história
Mas sem a sua ajuda, não aconteceu
(So much time to think
But in-between all the running around
I think it didn’t work)

And as those final strains and notes leave my ears, whizzing and buzzing round my mind, small fairies of imagination that spread their magic on my mind, I’m thankful. Thankful that my passion can help me find things I’ve never found before, open doors I never knew of and even articulate hurt in a way I never could.