Their wedding dish was flying through the air before either of them realised. Tomato sauce spilled over the edge and onto the floor throughout its trajectory. After, it looked like a trail of blood that lead to a murder victim. Any detective or crime scene investigator would tell you, it was over the moment the dish left her hand; a split second played out in slow motion, for it to be pronounced dead.
I finally got to see Basement the other night and it was fantastic. I took photos for Joiners and I am so happy with this set; both crowd and band had so much energy it was an absolute joy to shoot.
There are lots more photos on the joiners Facebook page.
It was an awkward lunch with my parents for sure, but not terrible. Sure they can be a bit abrasive and still don’t fully understand but that’s their issue.
He left to go home and I was in the middle of telling my mum how I felt like I was falling in love with him when I got the text.
‘I’m on my way now. I need to talk to you. I have to break up with him and it’s going to break his heart.’
I opened it to the three little dots and then,
I’ve started running this live literary event in the past few months and I have been so overwhelmed and pleased with the reception. Southampton really is a fantastic place for culture and the DIY spirit. Anyway, that’s a story for another time. Basically, I’ve been a little occupied with this lately but I think it is finally settled for the next event so I’m sharing this poster I made for it.
Our eyes met through the gap in the seats on the train. Like Alice down the rabbit hole I instantly fell deeply and irrevocably in love with her. We spoke about our lives and loves and fears. We went on a few dates, most good, one bad that we laughed about afterwards. We moved in together, some people said too early but we didn’t care. She got pregnant, we got married before she was showing so we would have nice pictures. Halfway through a holiday in the south of France she got up and off the train and I never saw her again.