Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 53: Mirabelle BirthdayI am introduced as the boy who makes ice cream. ‘Not for long’ I remind them, ‘This Sunday and it is over.’Jul 28Jul 28
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 52: PopcornWhen I stare for so long, my left eye goes lazy. The North Star splits in two. One stays still in its spot, a beacon in the black. The…Jul 21Jul 21
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 51: Southern FriedDrizzle distorts the window. Sirens flash on the outside and chicken fries on this side. Garish lights surround the badly typed menu and…Jul 14Jul 14
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 50: ChorizoI step over bags and boxes to get to the door. Lounging next to bubble wrap and brown paper on the sofa which is next to go. I get one last…Jul 7Jul 7
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 49: Sun Cream and SweatI go to bed queasy when I would’ve once been getting up for work. I wake up when the world is already in motion, still queasy. Music thumps…Jun 30Jun 30
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 48: PavlovaThe walk back home from the theatre is the same one I have done since I moved to London, nearly four years ago. Bustling crowds of people…Jun 23Jun 23
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 47: Buttered ToastBooks stack and stack and eventually fall. They clutter the living room floor which has turned into an arena for selling. My shoulder is…Jun 16Jun 16
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 46: Cut GrassMy skin is slightly clammy from sun cream and my legs are looking rosier than usual because I can never be bothered to cover them. I am in…Jun 9Jun 9
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 45: Mars StracciatellaMy first week back home quickly takes me away again after one night. The week begins with Lydia and ends with Lydia, but otherwise, I am on…Jun 2Jun 2
Woody Wenman-HydeIce Cream Diary 44: ChebakiaNo longer am I walking alone or sleeping alone or eating alone. It is like being back at home, but this time we are dodging motorbikes…May 26May 26