Spaghetti Siciliana and Pork Ribs!

Hey guys. So, after a long day of intellectual slavery with no food, except a pack of Haribos, I decided to treat myself to a delicacy. I had spent over 18 quid two days ago purchasing tomatoes, chillies and bell peppers, hoping to make stew with pork, but today was not to be that day. I had…

London Poetry

London… A city where you drink tap water with no worries, But get infected by the latter phrase. Of tubes, tunnels and crossword puzzles, Where underground musicians literally live their name!   Stellar architecture, with more squares than streets, I kid! Where your eggs and milk get frozen in the fridge, And you’d say ‘I’m…