Exercise and a diet that’s wise.

I’ve neglected the blog of late. One of my new year’s resolutions was to do more with my writing so I’ve set myself a mini challenge. For the next 7 days I’m going to blog a minimum of one thing a day. Just to ‘re start’ the habit and flex the creative muscle.

I firmly believe creativity is like fitness. It needs to be fed well, preferably with wholesome foods but a little bit of trash as a treat does no one too much harm. It needs to be used ‘use it or loose it. It can help keep your mental health in check, increase energy and sexual appetite and generally keep you healthy. But, like exercise, too much of it can lead to addiction or make you unwell.

So eat well, exercise, write, paint, make, draw, create and live.

Bristol, give me a signal

Love Bristol x

the majesty of smallness

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Bristol. City of squats whose graffiti is a more famous landmark than its cathedral, who has a bakery called Bread an’ Ting, a home-ware store called Happytat and a stationery shop called Paper Gangsta; even your shop names have a sense of humour. Whose native Brizzle drawl involves referring to inanimate objects as ‘he’ or ‘she’ and tacking a random ‘l’ on after words that end in vowels, as though the very dialect is trying to turn every word into Bristol, a football fan’s chant: Bristol, Bristol. You crazy bloody minx.

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This is a city that met the everyday occurrence of a new Tesco opening with riots and firebombs: a stoned city, perennially laid back, outraged into action by the affront of the blue and red commercial beast squatting on its parade of independent businesses, its beating heart. They stretch all the way from Horfield Common down to the Attic…

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