An almost Expat's blog filled with pastries, broadway music, Kate Bush, British weather and rantings on perpetual singledom. Enjoy.
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Why do I increasingly fear my Post Italy summer will intensely resemble The Graduate. And by that I mean, The Graduate without the affair with Mrs. Robinson. And without any sort of love. And with an added helping of feeling lost and confused.
Hayley, an American trying to survive the mean and expensive streets of London. Armed only with an ipod, a camera and a pissed off glare ready to be fired at any point.
