In between watching Game of Thrones, having my hair cut, and building my Beauty Bay wish list, I’m pleased to say I’ve had chance over the weekend to spend some quality time with my favourite (only) nephew and his ma. When I say quality time, I do of course mean time spent catching up
I’ve never been one for a beauty regime but turning 31 last year brought with it a deep sense of foreboding, new wrinkles, and an insatiable need to moisturise. I’ve also woken up to the idea that my eyelids – such as they are – won’t stay in this condition forever, so it’s time I
I can only apologise for the hideously inconsiderate way in which I’ve carried on about my business this past fortnight without posting so much as a sausage – or even a witty remark about a sausage. It’s been a bit of a funny one in that I was away the weekend before Easter for
Easter is nearly upon us, which means that the year is speeding by so quickly I could vomit. It also means Sam is growing up at a terrifying rate. I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m 32 this year, but I don’t remember ever coming out with half of the absurdly grown up statements
It’s April. Where in the name of holy balls did that come from? The clocks have gone forward and I’m looking back at the past 7-10 days wondering where the time has gone, and how I can get it to slow down. As it’s been nine days of ups, downs and in-betweens since my
Considering that cinema has been such a consistent presence throughout my life it struck me that, oddly, I’ve failed to write a single word about it on this little corner of the internet that I’m proud to call my own… As this post marks my 30th waffle (a milestone I wasn’t convinced I would
Having grown up with social media, I’ve had the pleasure of watching the platform evolve from the simple days of MSN Messenger and MySpace – both top notch platforms for adolescent flirtation and clique forming – to a global phenomenon that has become an intrinsic part of our everyday lives. Hand in hand with
It’s rare that I get to visit London for anything other than a same-day return and a two-hour business meeting, but this past weekend I was fortunate to have a spare couple of days to visit my friend Suzi. A long-time resident of Wanstead (that’s East London to anyone unfamiliar), and a family friend
I was finishing work on a client’s end of year review when Jeremy Vine announced that today he’d be covering the subject of diets. Do they work or are they just a monumental waste of time, he pondered? Don’t worry, Jezza wasn’t paying us a visit at the office or anything. In standard workplace
Despite having entered the age bracket where reproduction is basically obligatory, and pyjamas by 6:30pm is socially acceptable, on occasion I’m still invited out of the house to celebrate the fact that two adult humans have opted to spend the rest of their lives together. On Saturday (16th Feb), I was lucky enough to
