Enjoying brunch with my amazing Aunts! Can’t wait for the show to start!
Stag PDX
Smells like...
Half Moon Bay. Yet, it’s made from English botanicals. This is the closest thing I’ve experienced in product form to the (heavenly) coastal aroma of Half Moon Bay. So glad this found me. It’s earned a permanent place in my home.
Thomas’s
Late lunch at Thomas’s after trying on what seemed like a hundred different coats and jumpers and jackets at Burberry’s.
Signpost
This trip to the UK has been full of extraordinary coincidences. Every turn into a shop or pub greets me with a Morrissey song or Beth Ditto. I’ve run into three of the same people I met last time I was here in completely random locations (not even the same place I met them last time). The hotel that we booked for in Manchester had a Morrissey themed lobby display (neither of us knew this prior) and, I just told the outstanding bartender, Chiara, at CitizenM Shoreditch (who remembered me from last week) about my the tattoo I received in Manchester (wanted to see if she knew of a shop around here as I’m ready for my next) and she too has a Smiths inspired “there is a light...” tattoo on her arm. This world is telling me I’m where I belong right now. And I couldn’t be more thrilled to be here.
Alan Turing
Visited the Alan Turing memorial in Manchester this morning before heading back to London. This man is a true hero of mine. His memorial is also a painful reminder of how cruel “the people” can be. This man arguably shaved two years off of a world war and saved an estimated 14 million lives. Yet, due to his homosexuality, he was convicted then chemically castrated. This ultimately led to his suicide. It took until the year 2013 before he was posthumously pardoned by her royal highness EIIR. We still have a long way to go. Alan, Thank you.
Sackville Park, Manchester, England