Like most girls – or at least, like most proper girls, I love a chick flick.
My top five films of all time are, in no particular order: When Harry Met Sally, Notting Hill, Dirty Dancing, Clueless and Love Actually.
They’re like comfort blankets: they’re always there for me. I’ve watched them a million times, I know the lines off by heart, they just never get old.
Continue reading “Life is not a chick flick.”
August means one thing in Scotland.
Well, ok, it can mean lots of things. My sister’s birthday, my half birthday (which IS a valid celebration), kids go back to school, the weather is rubbish. Etc etc.
But it MAINLY means the Edinburgh International Festival, and my favourite part, the Fringe.
Continue reading “Fringe benefits II: the other sort of Fringe.”
I’m easily bored.
Particularly when it comes to my hair.
I usually follow a steady pattern: grow, grow, grow, get bored, chop. Grow, grow, grow, get bored, chop.
Continue reading “Fringe benefits.”
I like to think of myself as fairly patriotic.
Not in a we-should-be-independent way: God, no.
But if a wedding doesn’t end in a foot-stamping, hand-clapping, surge-of-people-nearly-sweeping-the-newlyweds-off-their-feet rendition of Loch Lomond; it should carry the same grounds for annulment as not consummating the marriage.
Continue reading “I heart Scotland.”
Every relationship has milestones. They don’t necessarily happen in the same order, each time/for everyone; but unless something goes tits up, eventually they will happen.
There’s the First Date.
As previously mentioned – and by that, I mean he won’t let me forget it – Number Three was my Best First Date. It lasted about ten hours, and at some point included…
The First Kiss.
Continue reading “Meet the parents.”