Boobs
“WHAT are they? …and why do I suddenly want chicken?” Oh crap. These were the immortal words that froze my champagned New Year’s self after I’d drunkenly kicked off my shoes and flung out my fillets....
View Article30 Things To Do Before 30
A couple of weeks ago it was my birthday. I hit the big 2 8 which isn’t a million miles away from the big 3 0. A September birthday, a step towards thirtydom and I’m full of new term promise. The...
View ArticleFeeling Fearless
I’m not brave. I worry, I fret, and I panic. (Or at least I used to, I was hypnotised to nip that hyperventilating little freak out in the bud). I overthink things; I dwell and imagine the worst case...
View ArticleThe Medina, Mojitos and Madness of Marrakech
I have always wanted to go to Marrakech. For as long as I can remember I’ve yearned to meander in the medina and souk it all up. I’ve longed to sit on an embroidered leather pouffe in the cool...
View ArticleFriends
Friends. Now there’s a contentious issue. And I’m not talking about whether or not they were on a break. Nope, I’m talking about best friends, worst ‘friends’, real ones, pretend ones, the good, the...
View ArticleThe Fairest Of All Christmas Gift Guides
Whispers of secret Santa in the office, Heston’s Hidden Orange Christmas Pud in the cupboard, John Lewis snowpeople making me cry, yup, it’s getting to that time of year again. If you squint hard...
View ArticleChewing The Fat
I consider myself to be one of the lucky ones, one of the unknowing and unscathed. I lived three quarters of my life blissfully unaware and unworried. It was not until I reached the grand old age of...
View ArticleA Christmas Fairy Tale – Part 1
So, Aimee loves Christmas. LOVES it. Me? Well I struggle a little bit. For the majority of my life Christmas was spent in a godforsaken town that my nanna had the misfortune of existing in. Mum...
View ArticleA (slightly delayed) Christmas Fairy Tale – Part 2
Originally due to be published on Christmas Eve, I was struck down in the prime of life with coughing, spluttering, on-the-verge-of-death flu and have only just recovered enough in order to post....
View ArticleHappy Old Year!
So far 2013 has been less peachy, more phlegmy (bear with me). Whilst only a couple of weeks in, I’ve spent the past 15 days swigging cough medicine from the gooey bottle my pathetic flu weary hand is...
View ArticleBlue Monday? Blue Month.
January is getting on my wick. It arrived to a soundtrack of coughing, it’s been set to a backdrop of dirty brown snow and it’s still not got to any sort of plot line. Just around the corner lies a...
View ArticleThree Little Words
Sofa. His Living Room. On the verge of splitting up. 2010. Him: “Ha! Like Rafiki and Simba?” Me: “Who?” Him: “From The Lion King. Rafiki, he lifts Simba, remember?” Me: “Never seen it” Jeez, I’ve...
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