The taming of the ‘fro.

Anyone who’s read most of my blog posts, knows me In Real Life or has passed me on the street on a wet or humid day knows I’m folically challenged.

My hair is neither curly, wavy nor straight – it’s big, bendy and very, very frizzy.

(If you’re completely new to me and my blog, my school nicknames ranged from the fairly unimaginative Frizzy Lizzy, to the very visual Broccoli Head – it was that actual shape – and the frankly applaudable Fuzz Lightyear.) Continue reading “The taming of the ‘fro.”

Why the Games must end.

In just a few hours, the Commonwealth Games will be over.

Seven years in the making, Glasgow 2014 has flown past in just eleven days.

I haven’t slept much, I haven’t done much apart from work and watch sport (sometimes that was work, sometimes I just pretended it was work) – but I’ve been so incredibly proud to be a part of this event. So incredibly proud of my city, and my country. Continue reading “Why the Games must end.”