On 16th June, the evening before my 33rd birthday, I received a call from my boss that I somewhat naively never saw coming. Having been on furlough for a month (like so many thousands of others in the UK), my first thought was that this was a social call to check in on my progress.
Is it just me or is life getting stranger by the day? First, a deadly global pandemic emerges. Then rules are introduced to prevent us spreading said disease to our friends and loved ones. Before we know what’s going on, cabinet ministers are breaking the rules (shocking to no-one), parks and beaches are packed out
It’s been just over three weeks since BoJo pleaded with the British people to stay home, protect the NHS and save lives. For someone who has spent a good chunk of their adult life claiming not to be a people person, you could be forgiven for thinking that this was something of a dream come
Well then, folks. Here we are. Just when we thought 2020 couldn’t surprise us any further with its leap year and mass Australian bush fires, we now find that March 2020 falls right on the upward curve of a global pandemic. I’m logging on tonight just after the announcement that the UK will be enforcing
AKA how to fail at blogging for an entire month. It’s fair to say that 2020 has already kicked me in the arse and we’re only in March. It all started off so promisingly. I’d made a vow to myself to commit to writing as a creative outlet, while simultaneously juggling my day-to-day commitments as
It’s been some time since I gave a running commentary on some of the film and TV I’ve been binge-watching, even though it’s how I spend a good 80% of my personal time. A new year has done nothing to dissuade me from plunging headfirst into as many big and small screen outings as possible.
It’s the eve of a new decade and I’m entering it as I intend to live it; sat on my arse in my pyjamas binge-watching a new Netflix series. I am partly joking of course. I’ll probably get dressed at some point in 2020, for work at least. As I took down our Christmas tree
And there’s every need to be afraid. Not only are we dangling on the precipice of another Conservative reign, the Christmas ads have hit the telly and we must now all frantically shop for meaningless gifts as if love and consumerism were one and the same. For the past four weeks since my post reminiscing
I’m surprised I can really remember anything about our trip, considering I’ve been back in the office for over a fortnight and my days of cocktails, meandering around unfamiliar streets and spending money I don’t have are long behind me (for now). Of all the places we were set to visit, Dubai was the one
With the first few days of our holiday completed having successfully reached Thailand, battled jet lag and begun to adjust to the stifling humidity, we were ready to get on another plane for the next stop on what some intolerable social media ‘influencers’ might describe as our ‘journey’. There was very little I knew about
