Actually, Harry

Ramblings of an average nobody

Week 25 & 26 – Groove is in the Heart


There are almost no buses that ran north along the coast, and what was left was full, so I hitched a ride with my Mum up to Brisbane. I found an old mixed cd I had made when I was a teenager entitled “Groovin Fun Times”, which surprisingly held up to its name. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone


The train from Melbourne to Sydney is 12 hours long, and if anyone ever wanted a front row seat to deep Australian culture, I cannot recommend it enough. There’s no wifi or power points, so at some stage, you just have to sit and watch the shit unfold. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days


One afternoon I coughed up a piece of toast I had had for breakfast, which was very convenient because I hadn’t yet had lunch. Even my body is getting in on being thrifty.  Read the rest of this entry »

Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30


Conversation with a flight attendant on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi:

“Something to drink sir?”


“I’m afraid it’s just water or juice at this time”

“…wine is a kind of juice” Read the rest of this entry »

Week 19 – They Called My Name


Overheard at Edinburgh Castle:

  • “Well, this is an old building isn’t it?”
  • “Oh, I thought it said dragon”, when perusing the Museum of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards
  • “It’s bigger than my dorm”, referring to the military solitary confinement cells

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Week 18 – Marble the Revolution


The first day of 2018 was spent pretty much as any other – hungover on a couch watching a movie, nestled between two snuggling couples on either side of me, hugging empty pizza boxes. All was well with the world. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 17 – In One Year & Out the Other


Steph visiting was like a fresh perspective of my mental state. It went from “I’m doing great being alone this is fine” to, “I met a chicken today she seems cool” to, “I made friends with this chicken she is all I have we braided our hair and swapped secrets and I love her” to “a human friend came and we ate my other friend” to “I hope I don’t meet anyone else this could get weird”. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 16 – Imprisonment, Freedom, a Blonde Knight & a Very Buon Natale


It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since I’ve seen the outside of this tower. Not really, but if I can’t work a Sinéad O’Connor lyric in somehow then what is anything even about. It rained for five days straight rendering my daily walks impossible. I tried going out with a raincoat but it was so unpleasant and when I got back things took so long to dry it just wasn’t worth it. So I locked myself in to wait it out, daring the skies to maintain their bad mood. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 15 – The Boy in the Tower


I wake up most mornings in the nest I made myself by the fireplace because the wind was still too strong to sleep upstairs. I awake with soot on my face and on the pages of my book. Without even trying I am evolving into Danielle de Barbarac played by Drew Barrymore in the film Ever After: A Cinderella Story starring Drew Barrymore. Except in this version, I don’t end up with a prince I just get the title deed to the castle and a weekly wine delivery subscription. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 14 – The Castle in the Valley


My castle has a dungeon which is used as a storage hole and, if I had any, it would be where I would throw my belligerents. It has a viewing window on the lower floor which is where I would watch them beg for mercy while I waited for my spin cycle to finish. Read the rest of this entry »