Every January, I swear I’m going to lose weight.
And everyone rolls their eyes, and nods theatrically, and does whatever else they do when they know someone’s talking absolute bullshit.
This year though, I have to.
I have a genuine, SERIOUS reason. Continue reading “Condiments.”
I was pretty ready for 2014 to be over.
I was planning to cheerfully slam the door on it, bid it a hearty “fuck you” and never speak of it again.
But my new year’s resolution this year is to be more positive. I know people who’ve dealt with far, far worse in the past year; so perhaps a little perspective is called for. Maybe that resolution ought to be backdated. Continue reading “14 times 2014 was awrite, really.”
So, you know Tinder?
If you don’t, you’re probably lucky.
It’s like the next generation of online dating, ish.
It’s a bit addictive. Continue reading “How not to Tinder.”
I give up.
On love, dating, men, romance, blah blah blah. Continue reading “Wanted: cats. Lots of cats.”
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.”
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.”
So. You’re heartbroken, you’re on antibiotics and death would be massively offended if you said you look like it.
What do you do?
You drink gin, of course. Continue reading “Lovely, lovely gin.”