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 →
Let me take you on a journey, to a time before GHDs, when curtains and blond tips were all the rage for boys and Sister Unella wouldn’t cry out ‘shame’ behind you if you donned a scrunchie. When crimping was ‘in’ and it was de rigueur to style yourself on Madonna’s 80s look. So many... Continue Reading →
I know what you’re thinking; what does that fitty from GoT have to do with accepting your body, but that exquisite example of prime time jailbait is the namesake for my pelvic floor tear which for years I avoided touching, let alone braving the mirror #thelaceswereintheywerein (honestly it looked like a blind man had used... Continue Reading →
Brooks (Shawshank Redemption) was right “the world went and got itself in a big damn hurry”; which is especially true in the case of technology. My first phone was a Siemens C45 – an absolute fossil by today’s models but at least you didn’t need an instruction manual to use it! Now I have a... Continue Reading →
Guys I get it, as a woman I totally relate to why you’re so captivated by knockers – those hypnotic fun bags of joy could keep the best of us entranced for hours. What’s not to love eh?! But, from a woman’s perspective, more specifically mine, I’ve found there to be a few drawbacks. Firstly,... Continue Reading →
Let’s just imagine that in some parallel universe my devoted catholic virginal bride mother had a bonk with Hugh Jackman (because let’s face it – who wouldn’t?!). This quantum leap union of souls giving credence to my growing suspicion that I am actually the secret love child of Wolverine. I can back it up people... Continue Reading →
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