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…
Category: What Jade Did First
1. Fond Farewells
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…
4. 24 hours in BCN
It takes until late afternoon for my disappointment about the love tryst, that never truly was, to dissipate. I had the very real feeling that Craig David would have made a great couple. The hangover however is a bit more stubborn to shift. After the obligatory lying groggily, staring at the ceiling for several hours…
2. Where our story REALLY begins
Picture the scene. A rare night out in the West End of London for my friend Carrie and I, the tacky part of town we liked to think we had grown out of but still periodically revisited, documented, for prosperity, via an aggressive sequence of nightclub toilet selfies below. I needed to let my hair…
1. Where is He?
“Hi I’m Jade… 5’10 with heels, keen netballer, fun maximiser, holiday fiend & all round catch. Looking for a partner in crime to explore the globe with. Must like laughing & adventure. A passion for vegetables, a bonus.” That was me. Encapsulated in a dating app nutshell. The latest reincarnation of my profile that I…