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.
Tag: Life
Eat Pray Panic
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…
3. Cry me a River
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…
5. Grape Expectations.
I’m back in Spain, and it’s my sister’s 29th birthday. My sister goes by Woozy Boos, which is my mum’s doing. I was nicknamed Woody as a child, for no logical reason, and things escalated from there. Anyway. A 29th birthday apparently means only one thing in my goofy world: I must dress as a…
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…
3. Mrs. Craig David
I’m still working on my vegan empire; so I decided the best way for me to champion said plant-based plight was to purchase some outlandish fruit & veg themed ensembles & pose awkwardly along the Mallorcan coastline?! Look, I don’t know why. I had the vague notion, possibly due to absorbing one too many Instagram…