30 Days Till 30: T-Minus 17 Days
How to have sex for you and stop acting like a nympho – Part One. That’s right, in my 30th year I realised I’d learnt to have sex for myself and that I’d stopped screaming like a porn star for no apparent reason (it really does look rather odd unless you’re sporting stripper heels and […]
30 Days Till 30: T-Minus 20 Days
It’s drawing closer and I’ve accepted the fact that I’m still quite immature when it comes to my sense of humour. Sophisticated I am not. I will still, at the age of 29 (not officially 30 yet folks!) laugh for hours upon hours about anything toilet related. Farts, piss and poo. I’m actually tickled as […]
Diary of a Teenage Girl…Daydream believer
In the summer 2001 my mother frogmarched me to the doctors for a suspected eating disorder. I’d simply limited my Hob Nob intake and developed a small obsession with the gym (for a very good reason). My doctor suggested that I begin a food journal. Well, this all seemed rather boring and unnecessary to me, […]
Diary of a Teenage Girl…Going undercover
In the summer 2001 my mother frogmarched me to the doctors for a suspected eating disorder. I’d simply limited my Hob Nob intake and developed a small obsession with the gym (for a very good reason). My doctor suggested that I begin a food journal. Well, this all seemed rather boring and unnecessary to me, […]
How not to strike out on public transport
Ahh Unions… Once again you are striking and once again we find ourselves cramming onto replacement buses or braving Boris bikes. I could sit here and moan but I believe there is a lot be said for alternative transport so here is my positive spin on the other, often quite wonderful, ways to get across […]
Diary of a teenage girl…Cringemail
In the summer 2001 my mother frogmarched me to the doctors for a suspected eating disorder. I’d simply limited my Hob Nob intake and developed a small obsession with the gym (for a very good reason). My doctor suggested that I begin a food journal. Well, this all seemed rather boring and unnecessary to me, […]
