Category: Before Holland

I first met my imaginary friend during a family holiday. I can’t remember where we were staying exactly but it was some where in the British country side. As we walked through the fields...

You should get the taxi back with us.” Neil suggested. Na. It’s alright. I’ll still be able to get the night bus back… but thanks anyway.” I replied with a slight slur. There might...

I spent a while trying to work out what to write as my first blog. It seemed like a good idea to just start at the beginning of the story which led to me...