Currently sat on a Thomas Cook plane at Gatwick Airport; my first ever Thomas Cook experience and what an experience … an insight into working class life outside of Hackney avocado on sourdough toast, and bearded bar men.

There’s not really any major point to this article, apart from it being my first ever flirtation with Medium. I always thought I was a pictures person (sunsets on tap) but recently am coming to terms with words. Perhaps at the ripe age of 28 I’m yearning for a deeper form of expression.

So fuck it why not – hello medium. 🌴

ps. I’m off to a yoga and surf retreat in Fuerteventura. ( So hackney)

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