Anyone who’s ever worked in trade PR will tell you that it’s not always the most entertaining of jobs; particularly when you’re confronted with a crisis, budgets being cut on an annual basis, or the task of trying to create excitement around a subject that your average Joe would describe as ‘dry’ (e.g. insurance).
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
I still vividly recall all the things that made Christmas special when I was child sized. Walking into the living room and finding a sack full of gifts is of course a highlight when you’re an eight-year-old and having a mum who went that extra mile every year to bring Christmassy vibes to every