It may be old news on the blogging circuit – by which I mean, photos of the sumptuous brunches, hearty lunches and to-die-for cake table have been making mouths water for almost a year now – but for the gluten-free foodie, Singl-end is GLO-RI-OUS. Continue reading “Singl-end”


I’d been to Bibi’s Cantina once, BC, for lunch. It was delicious but as it’s tucked away along the Partick end of Dumbarton Road, I hadn’t quite gotten round to going back – until my folks relocated to the west end. Continue reading “Bibi’s”

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.”