Cash Only

The final instalment of a fictional tale from the depths of the weekend – from overpriced espresso martinis, to one much needed epiphany.

When a “quick drink” turns into a what-have-we-got-ourselves-into 36 hour stint in an abandoned school. The seventh part of this fictional story from the weekend takes us back to the classroom and beyond.

Ordinary things take on a sense of psychedelic-induced wonder in the sixth part of this fictional story from the depths of the weekend.

The fifth instalment of an imagined story from the weekend – this time from a swanky apartment overlooking The Thames. How the hell did we wind up here?

The fourth instalment of a fictional story from the depths of the weekend – or in this case a Sunday sash at the pub. Enjoy a pick-me-up on the day you need it the most.

The third instalment of a fictional story from the weekend starting with a yoga class and intentions, before a serious U-turn takes us further afield.