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
When you’ve been together for 11 years and married for five of those, travel becomes the perfect outlet for keeping the adventure alive and making new memories. Spoiler alert; this write-up is about to get very wanky, very quickly. Eight weeks ago, having debated how to spend our five-year wedding anniversary, we decided to take
One week on from our trip back to Royston Vasey, I thought it was time to reflect on the day. I am however battling a raging cold brought on by a Hepatitis A booster I had on Thursday for my upcoming holiday, so bear with me if I’m incoherent. I’m starting to think those anti-vaxxers
It’s funny how things work out when you befriend a group of strangers while visiting the memorial bench of your comedy hero. Those of you who’ve been reading my blog for a while (if you’re out there?) will recall this post back in May, where I reviewed a trip to Hadfield, Derbyshire, after meeting up
