First things first: I sincerely apologise for the radio silence. I seem to have misplaced my writing mojo since my second hip surgery. I hope that everybody is as well as can be expected in these troubling times, and that you’re all staying safe! Life hasn’t changed that much for me, as in the fact … More Living On Lockdown, And Other Stories
Originally posted on Puerh Indulgence:
Happiness in a gongfu cup So here we are: Gemma finally got her behind in gear and made a tea blog! Obviously this is still a work in progress: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was Accidental Spacegirl. Even that years-old blog is still being tweaked now and…
Two photos taken about a year apart. In one I was still quite depressed and drinking, whilst in another I’m sober, smiling and just home from major hip surgery. The latter was taken yesterday. Yes, I’m overweight now – but almost two years of forced inactivity will do that to a person. I still look … More Then and Now, Hip Surgeries, and Tea!
Originally posted on Dead Leaves Club:
This and another post on plantation teas will be my last Ulumochi translations for a while. Original article here. It has been a pleasure discussing tea with him briefly, he has contributed much to the pu’er community in Taiwan, and is someone I believe Western audiences may benefit from…
I’m just over a month sober now, and can honestly say that I’m enjoying it. In part because there are so many AF options out there these days, so I don’t have to sit in a pub nursing a tomato juice and calling it a Virgin Mary so that the hardcore beer drinkers don’t look … More A “Teatotal” Monthiversary
“Ranking second in Chinese zodiacal signs, the Ox is huge. People often use it to indicate something big in size or number. People born in the Year of the Ox bear persistent, simple, honest, and straightforward characteristics. They are talented leaders with strong faith, and strong devotion to work. They are contemplative before taking actions, not easily … More Even Tea Pets Can Tell A Story
I was 16 years old when I started to go out clubbing. Some of my friends had been going to the dingy, grubby old rock club that was like a second home since before we left school. Back then, I wasn’t a drinker. Mum might give me a miniature bottle of Babycham or Pony on … More “Just The One”
There are some things that Sober Me will never really be able to do again – like walking five miles a day with my favourite music playing through my earbuds, stopping at Sainsbury on the way home to pick up some bits and pieces (such as elderflower cordial). I might be able to do some … More Sober Goals
I don’t remember how long I was sober for, before Iain Duncan Smith took a massive shit on disabled people all over the UK (stress, panic and fear are not conducive to remaining sober when your entire world feels as though it’s ending). I immediately freaked, tried to jump out of the bedroom window, and … More Dry June… And Hopefully Dry Forever
This is going to be an occasional series, now that I’m getting back into my gongfu teas. For this one, I’m tasting puerh for the first time in a long while.