* a comedian
I suppose I'm overdue for a post, given the fact the last one I wrote over a week ago was entirely about comedians (which is appropriate, because so is my life). Update on that front: on Tuesday I went with friends to Etcetera Theatre in Camden to see the absurd and delightful Joey Page, featuring a special guest …
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In an email to a friend, I referred to Old Rope, a new material comedy night of which I've become a regular, as "the meaning of life." Certainly this could be thought of as hyperbole, but feels strangely true. Because why on earth shouldn't it be? Why, in the London life I've been dreaming of …
It’s a bit weird when things start to make sense. It’s weirder still the way that happens sometimes. Case in point: I mentioned previously how I’d been making friends in all sorts of unexpected places, and briefly mentioned someone I’d met in a vintage shop. Since that incident ended up leading to some major life …
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There’s this part of my brain that demands that I only talk about the positive parts of this, only remember the good. But that’s not really realistic, is it, particularly in the context of life changes? I pride myself on being very honest (years of not being able to lie even in the context of …
On one of my first days in London, I happened to be looking at Twitter when I saw mention of a contest. The prize? A spot on the guestlist for a party thrown by Tatty Devine, a favourite jewellery company of mine. The theme of the party was Holi, an Indian festival celebrated by people …
Once you’re into your second week staying in hostels, it’s easy to forget that privacy is a thing people often value above all else. Desperate times, after all, assuming you can really call the attempt to make a life for yourself in your dream city “desperate times”. You can’t. It can’t be done. But hostels …
Hard to believe I've been here four whole days. Hard to believe I've only been here four days. I guess the answer to the question nagging away at me of who I am, out of context, is Leslie. Just Leslie. Always Leslie. Don't know how to be anyone besides Leslie, and I'm actually glad of that (and …
Back when I was in London in 2011 with my friends Nidal and Jen, I made three visits to Maison Bertaux, a place I'd looked so forward to visiting because I knew that Noel Fielding (I'm trying to think of a concise way to explain Noel Fielding to anyone who doesn't know who he is, …
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I have to take this time to admit something: all that talk in my massive goodbye note/life story of how I’d had to revise that very piece of writing as the time came closer, and I still wrote it a week ahead of time. I did so out of simple necessity; I knew I wouldn’t …
Back in November, after a night of drinking and wonderful socialization, I found myself home in what was only to be my apartment for one week longer, and I sat down, and I wrote. I wrote something that I could share when I was moving to London, assuming what I was feeling then would remain …
Leslie Ewing-Burgesse* 