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
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
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
It’s the most wonderful time of the year and yet, for those of us working in PR agencies, it’s fair to say that Christmas generally adds an unwanted dash of chaos to proceedings no matter how prepared you think you are for every eventuality. Last week was a particularly eventful one for me for
We are now careening towards Christmas at break-neck speed, which means one of several things. On Boxing Day my nephew, Sam, will morph into an eight-year-old. I still vividly remember the day that my sister told me that she was expecting. I was stood in the kitchen of the house I was sharing with
It has begun. It’s just over five weeks until the most wonderful time of the year, and Britain’s biggest retailers have fired the starting pistol of over-spending, over-eating and general over-indulgence that can only be enjoyed during that most festive of times. Christmas. It’s difficult to remember exactly when it all started, but I’m
