September 2024 – Chelsea Munroe

I keep ending up against walls, in cubicles, and in Ubers I should have sat still in, then writing it all down because the mess photographs better than pretending I am well behaved.

I’m twenty-seven, London born, privately funded, publicly messy, still living with Sophie and Mia while I chase fame one confession, one hangover and one badly timed shag at a time.

Sophie hovers with a warning look, Mia is already mixing drinks in the kitchen, and I am halfway out the door collecting names, gossip and bad decisions for later tonight.

I Lied About The Taxi

Posted on September 26, 2024September 26, 2026 by justchelsea

Told them I went west. I went east. With him. The receipt is still in my coat and Mia has a nose like a bloody sniffer dog.

I Kept The Hotel Keycard

Posted on September 12, 2024September 26, 2026 by justchelsea

Not because I’m sentimental. Because the lighting in that bathroom was criminal and I might need the room number if the photo does numbers. Research. Obviously.

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Month: September 2024

I Lied About The Taxi

I Kept The Hotel Keycard