I fucking love Indian food. I love it so much that I had to tell myself I couldn’t get any in Barcelona, and I should branch out a bit more instead. What actually happened is I ate this thali and became like a vampire who had just got a taste of blood, and then I ended up eating 8 samosas during the rest of the three days we were there. It’s a sickness, okay. I am weak.

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Make No Bones is now part of Oli Sykes’ new venture Church – Temple of Fun, a huge beautiful venue which holds the vegan kitchen, an all vegan bar, a small tattoo studio, some arcade games, some free (FREE) photo booths, a 220 capacity gig venue and a small selection of his clothing brand, Drop Dead. I’m not going to lie, when I first heard about the idea for the venue I thought it sounded like too much going on at once, and wasn’t sure it would come to life in the best way. But it really did!

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Women who are fourty weeks pregnant don’t tend to have much going on anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be kicking about enjoying your last few lie ins instead of strawpedoing raspberry leaf tea and sticking primrose oil up your coochie?

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I am in such a good place with Remy right now. I spent our first few months together admiring his and Danny’s relationship, because damn it is a beautiful thing and I think it always will be. It was lovely to watch, but I couldn’t help but feel pretty left out of it all.

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Honestly, before I was vegan or even vegetarian, I was That Bitch who had definitely eaten kebabs whilst sober. I bloody loved a kebab, and the best part about being vegan is veggie kebabs are always going to be nicer and more flavoursome, because whatever they use in regular kebabs is a sorry excuse for any kind of meat. Seitan does it better! Honourary mention to What The Pitta in London, and the Common Room in Sheffield for also doing nice kebabs, but Make No Bones wins here.

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