The Hunt For Red October

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 →

Mum Tum

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 →

Smile Like You Mean It

Some monsters don’t lurk under your bed; they lay right beside you in it. I’ll be honest with you, I wasn’t the coolest kid growing up.  I’ve never had a ‘squad’ and I’ve always been more geek life than thug life.  While everyone wore their Take That and Party t-shirts I was writing to my... Continue Reading →

You’ve Got Mail

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 →

Justice for Goose

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 →

Mummy Guilt

I suppose the correct universal term is ‘parent guilt’ but stuff the PC brigade, I’m going to be gender specific and divulge my understanding of the blasted mummy guilt. I do concede it is an imposed assumption of wrongdoing that afflicts both parties once you take ownership of a mini-person. The truth is, my first... Continue Reading →

Belt and Braces

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 →

Funny Bones

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 →

Specs Appeal

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 →

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