A LOVE LETTER TO BRISTOL

A LOVE LETTER TO BRISTOL

The engine idled, penned in on all sides by taxis full of weekend revellers. As the sun slipped lower behind high-rise buildings, the lights of the city began to appear in windows from the ground to the sky, illuminating a night filled with excitement, promise, and...
HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER

HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER

Never have I ever tried to disappear into thin air as much as during P.E. lessons at school. I hated sports, for sure, or breaking into a sweat or becoming breathless, but I really disliked being picked for a team. Or not picked. Or the worst of all: being the one who...
ONLINE REVIEWS: FAKE NEWS

ONLINE REVIEWS: FAKE NEWS

It was 3.40am when my eyes popped open. There was a cat tucked under my armpit and another wrapped around my feet, but that wasn’t why I was awake in the dead of night. My subconscious had, in the brief time I’d been asleep, been wrestling with that one man. I’d been...
A MARTYR TO WORK

A MARTYR TO WORK

I lied to a nine-year old girl. She’d told me she had two weeks off from school for the Easter Holidays. I gasped in fake horror. “Two weeks?” I shrieked. “That’s crazy! Guess how long I’ve got off for Easter…” “A...
THE FLEUR FAMILY

THE FLEUR FAMILY

There’s a little girl we know called Ella. She’s around about four years old now. I know this because she was one of the first customers we ever had at the Fleur De Lys, when she was only a couple of weeks old. Ella has been the centre of family gatherings at the...