By Friday of last week, following what can only be described as an ABYSMAL end to my working week, I was ready for a break. Earlier this year, I wrote about the trials and tribulations of booking a holiday with friends and the pitfalls it can bring when you’ve no idea how to choose a
I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m getting older, but lately I’ve found myself with an insatiable desire to get my shit together. There was a time when the mere idea of having a ‘routine’ on the weekend bored me to tears. What’s the use in having a routine when you could be hit
It’s not enough these days to go home of a weekend knowing that you’ve done a good job throughout the week and tell no-one but your husband and the cats. Success and public profile go hand-in-hand; every good PR professional knows this. But what about the art of PR’ing ourselves – the PR people?
Almost everyone I’ve spoken to throughout December has uttered the same phrase traditionally wheeled out when we’re another year older, none the wiser, and it feels like our lives are going by in a flash. “I don’t know where this year’s gone!” Well, thanks to Instagram, we do. The #2018bestnine hashtag and accompanying
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
Several years ago, I made a pact with myself that by the time I turned 30 I’d be running my own blog; cataloguing my thoughts and deeds, and giving me a creative outlet beyond the day-to-day working in the PR industry. It’s October 2018 and I’ve finally done it – four months after my 31st
