Victoria Redfern
@victoriaredfern
Current location: St. Leonards-on-Sea, England Made in Scotland from girders. Any pronouns. Gender is a spectrum. Blocklists are for Nazis. (photo: me & Foz Foster @ the 100 Club by Isabelle Adam)
This is a pretty good illustration of how my fear of heights works. "Oh brilliant, I've always wanted to go to the revolving restaurant! What? Oh Jesus Christ no!"
It's gone again. Same as before. On about 2 minutes and this happened:
Yep, he's actually holding up today's Washington Post sports section. Normal country.
By modern standards, my incredibly old-fashioned parents were in fact radical gender warriors. I'm not only wearing trousers in this photo from c.1976, they're BLUE! (I think pink is actually compulsory now.)
Hang on, this is one of those men who are obsessed with making themselves handsome? Because, um...
Having to mute replies to that post, because somehow me whinging about the evils of privatised British railways and having to book 3 months in advance but not 4 months unless it's a month with an R in it or you're wearing a hat and it's a full moon nowadays is full of weird non sequiturs like this:
Ha! To continue the metaphor, I eventually found a pair that would +do+.
These are my windows. If I could afford an incredibly expensive air con unit, how am I going to run a pipe up to the window and then get around the window being wide open? Fuck off.
Someone looked up my birth chart on an app last night (though I had to give my place of birth as Glasgow as that was the nearest it had heard of).
2026 = Adverts boasting "We don't charge you for travelling WITH LUGGAGE."
This looks like those paintings of popstars you get on the side of fairground rides
England's a funny country. My phone just showed me this advert. Hands up who, like me, saw this and, if they didn't say, "Oh shit" out loud like I did, at least would absolutely not have carried on walking in, they'd have turned right round and gone? That's just the country's flag. England, though.
Weird coincidence. On this day - just turned 35 and still not moisturising as still hadn't found a moisturiser that wasn't evil.
Boots have sent me an email suggesting I tape my mouth shut, and they're not the first, but bloody hell. What absolute rubbish.
The weather's going to be glorious this weekend. What you want is to sit outside with a good book. poniesandhorsesbooks.com/product/dick...
Forget sharing the last picture you saved, I want to see the very first picture on your phone. It might be this pesky aircraft carrier parked outside my old flat.