From brunches to backpacking
In the week of International Women’s day and Mothering Sunday, I thought it would be entirely appropriate to dedicate a blog post to my lovely mum. Now I may be completely biased, but I think my mum is the best. She has always looked after me, she’s incredibly caring and she doesn’t moan when I…
Its that time of the year where things seem a little harder to be thankful for. The novelty of Christmas has well and truly washed away and we are all left slightly plumper, looking at each other wondering what to do next? Do we diet? Do we start a detox and pretend that we haven’t…
After lengthy deliberation about the topic of this week’s blogpost, I decided it was about time I wrote a piece on music, as it’s such a big part of my everyday life. One of my biggest bugbears in life is music snobbery i.e. when people look down on you or are unnecessarily “judgey” because you…
The dreaded v word. It’s that time of that year again where the singletons shiver in fear and everyone in a relationship scrambles to find a gift to showcase their love to their significant other. The shops are full of ‘I love you’ merchandise and Tindr is rife with v day dick pics *shudders at…
Over the course of the past 2 years, I’ve noticed a change in myself and the way I feel towards the people around me. The younger version of myself was more abrupt, more confrontational and generally just fucking hard work. Although I still harbour some of these emotions, and have a tendency to speak my…
The internet. Where do I even start? Last Sunday whilst sitting on a bench in Greenwich, James and I were feeling philosophical and took some time to ponder how far mankind had come as a species (heavy, I know, but stay with me). We spoke about the way technology had progressed in the last 100…
Continue reading ➞ Is the internet the enemy of progression?
I awoke on Saturday morning, wide eyed and anxious to address the birthday-sized elephant in the room. Despite being a mere day older in my head, I seemed to have gained a whole year on my age overnight. 24. Where did the last year of my life go? Had I frittered it away, along with…
