The one label I’m proud to wear is that of ‘geek’. It’s a badge I wear with pride cultivated through obsessively watching the likes of Tales From The Crypt, Fringe and the X-Files, and basically doing a Cathy Bates over anything and everything that sparked my imagination. To further evidence my claim I will confess... Continue Reading →
The trouble with glasses is that every time the frames touch my face I internally cringe, recalling the cheap blue and white striped plastic pair I was prescribed as an awkward kid. I have moved on from the jam jars mind. I tend to wear contacts mainly (or ton-tacts as my littlest refers to them)... Continue Reading →
No matter what the job entails, whenever someone discovers you work from home – the standard stock response is ‘oooh I’d LURVE to do that’. You could be packing organs for sale on the black market and they’d still ask how you managed to land such a plum role. Despite the fact that my work... Continue Reading →
I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I went from a 20+ something belting out one of Blur’s greatest hits with an oversized pint as they closed Glastonbury, to a 30+ something wedged halfway down a Little Tykes slide! It had to be on the rare day I was wearing shorts; the... Continue Reading →
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