THE QUACK

When it was my turn to balance the five plates, all the plastic carrots rolled off onto the floor.    This a story about the time I was an events waitress in London.

At the end of the day, cars are just lumps of steel bent in different ways.   An observation about cars, and why they are not so great.  

Oh, that’s nice, you think, and then go back to plucking your toe hair.   A shallow dive into the highlights of living a single life.  Read it here TheOxfordQuack. Blog  

"At that moment I wanted to run out of the pub, out of Soho, and jump into the Thames...."   A short (embarrassing) story about a dad and daughter in Soho.

 “Excuse me Sir, I think you’ll find this is my seat...”    You can be the most prepared traveller but can't prepare for the passanger you are sitting next to....

I had this fantasy of what the event would be like; a dimly lit rooftop bar filled with men in suits, who say words like ‘congress’....   Two 31-year-old women attempt speed dating in Washington D.C.