Ten years after accidentally starting a blog, a disturbingly competent man asked what I was doing with my life.
I panicked and told him I was writing a book.
The only problem was I wasn’t.
Ten years after accidentally starting a blog, a disturbingly competent man asked what I was doing with my life.
I panicked and told him I was writing a book.
The only problem was I wasn’t.
I kinda tempted fate when I started the last post with “tomorrow might well feel different.” Shit, trying to be all poetic & whimsy, & now you’ve jinxed it haven’t you because I’m absolutely friggin’ fried right now. Everything’s going tits up & its all just too much. I want to get off (oooh not…
Hey honeys, I’m home!!! This blog home, but also home home. HOOOOOME! That’s what life feels like in this moment; home! Perhaps only this moment though. It might not tomorrow. It didn’t yesterday after all. Mainly because I’m reluctantly strapped onto an emotional rollercoaster, one that I’ve been an unwilling passenger on for the past…
Thursday I came home from work after a few days away &, as a neighbour held the door to the communal hallway open for me, I saw much to my confusion that somehow my 2017 Tony Robbins Date with Destiny vision-board poster was lying on the floor of the reception area. Yep opened out wide…
Enough is enough dear reader. Why is it men get to wander around loose limbed, footloose & fancy free? Yet us women teeter on heels, hauling a giant tote that’s got us hobbling all the way to the chiropractor? Men swing their arms free & easy. Some credit cards & a key slid neatly into…
Now this could well be subject to change going forward because I love a book me. I’m averaging one a fortnight a minimum currently, & even just now I remembered another must read last-minute & have had to adapt this post to a slightly unusual Top 11. But here right now, as I stand/sit/slump, here…
Party in the city where the heat is on. All night on the beach till the break of dawn. I’m going to Miami, welcome to Miami… Whilst undoubtedly Miami never goes out of fashion I feel this year it is having somewhat of a renaissance as 3 of my good friends have booked, & in…
After months of anticipation my reservation at vegetarian Vanderlyle finally came round last week & I took Mother dearest with me to enjoy their signature 5 course tasting menu. Vanderlyle opened its doors on Mill Road in Cambridge last year in April to rapturous reception. To the point where reservations are now required two months…
After a tense 20 minutes, a lull ensues & my brimming bladder & I Usain Bolt it to the relative safety of the bathroom. I do the quickest of turnarounds my hangover allows, which is really not that fast, (mainly because it involves an unflushable gin poo) & before long I am on my merry…
The next day I wake up in my Airbnb with a banging headache, paralysed with fear, unable to move. I had booked the cheapest room I could get my hands on, not wanting to impart any of my drunken emotional antics on any real friends. However, lying there between stained bed sheets, listening to loud,…
My notice period passes by slowly apart from one night on my way to dinner in Shoreditch when the roof of my convertible got stuck at a 45 degree angle, whilst attempting to make the most of some dwindling sunlight on the A40… & I had to drive 5mph all the way from Euston, with…