If there was one song that would some up the soundtrack to my life it would most likely be Del Amitri’s prophetic; always the last to know. To begin with whenever I was out of my depth I’d try and cover it using the tried and tested Joey Tribbiani smile and nod method, but then... Continue Reading →
I’m not going to lie to you, I was a late starter to the world of self-maintenance. That’s not to say I’m averse to hygiene, more I was naïve in keeping up with the times. While my sister conspiratorially discussed VPL with her college friends (which to me sounded nasty and possibly warranted a prescription... Continue Reading →
If you’re reading this, that means you’re somewhere around the zone I was about 6 years ago, post pregnancy, post breakdown; when I caught sight of my ramshackle self and not only didn’t recognise my face or body, but I was wearing the clothes my mother had purchased for me from Bon March as opposed... Continue Reading →
This might cause a rift between us but I’m just gunna go ahead and put it out there, for me You’ve Got Mail failed to live up to the chemistry of the original pairing of its lead actors. However, my point isn’t to debate its box office success, rather I was hoping through the power... Continue Reading →
Some people scour over photos or scrapbooks to mark significant moments in their lives. Which, being a natural hoarder, is also a fond past-time of mine. Often our lives are pinned not just with the faces of those we love, but also the pages we’ve turned and songs that have stirred our souls. For me,... Continue Reading →
The trouble with the legal sector is that even in this modern age, most people conjure to mind a stuffy belt and braces type with a penchant for pocket watches sat behind a monstrosity of a desk, on top of which lurk an avalanche of title deeds that wouldn’t look dissimilar to the artefacts Indiana... Continue Reading →
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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