Good Kid tonight and I'm already too wired to sit still. Got halfway through my morning stretches and completely lost the plot. Want to see where my mind went?
Good Kid tonight and I'm already too wired to sit still. Got halfway through my morning stretches and completely lost the plot. Want to see where my mind went?
The city's unlocking all its hidden buildings today and I haven't even left the shower yet. Rather come explore in here?
The last runners are trickling past and the whole Quayside smells like Deep Heat and lager. Got a drink, a spot on this wall, and no plans to move. Coming to find me?
Everyone's carbo-loading for the run tomorrow and I'm just here for the pasta. Third bowl in and I don't even own running shoes. Still taking me home after this?
Couldn't sleep so the river got me instead. Whole city's holding its breath before the big weekend and I've got the Quayside to myself. Coming to find me or should I stay lost?
Fringe week's got the whole city up early and I'm no exception — perched on the windowsill with a coffee that's gone cold because the view's better than caffeine. This shirt was meant to be pyjamas but it's doing more work than that. What's got you up?
Great North Run fringe week kicks off today and the whole city's already buzzing — I've got a front-row seat and a pint that's barely started. This shirt wasn't made for afternoon sun, but I'm not complaining. You joining me or just watching?
Only person mad enough to be running the Quayside this early on a Monday. The river's like glass and I've got the whole bridge to myself — well, me and whoever's watching this. Keeping up or just enjoying the view?
Sundays were made for not moving and I'm taking that very seriously. Sheets kicked off hours ago and I still haven't found a reason to put anything on. Want to see how lazy I can get?
Halfway through a cocktail masterclass at Blackfriars and I'm already more interested in the bartender's hands than what's going in the glass. Buying me my next one or do I have to flirt my way to it?