Being Beach Body Ready

There is no way you will have missed the furor a few years ago about the advertising which introduced the phrase "beach body ready" into the general parlance of the country. The ad, which has been described as both wildly offensive as well as a work of PR genius, basically shows a woman who is... Continue Reading →

Too much of a good thing

I never used to understand the phrase "too much of a good thing makes you sick". There wasn't an amount of salami, or cheese, or fried chicken, or Dr Pepper, or curly wurly that could make me sick. Too much of a good thing was simply more of that good thing, right?! Then I discovered... Continue Reading →

A romantic past

At the time of writing, the pheromones from Valentine's day are still wafting through the air in workplaces and homes across the country. Cards are still on display, chocolates haven't all been scoffed and roses are looking alive and beautiful before they inevitably fade and rot and leave you with the realisation that you spent... Continue Reading →

The day my world ended

27 January will always be a weird day for me. I was reminded of it this year by a Facebook Memories thing, which showed a picture I shared on 27 January 2016 of the time I was doing some laundry, ran out of blue Bold so mixed in some pink Bold like a real rebel.... Continue Reading →

Hurry up and meet her, Dad!

Recently I was lucky enough to go to New Orleans for work. We headed out there early, spent a few days doing tourist and culture stuff (ie drinking heavily) before doing a little work (and more drinking). Meant that I didn't see my kids for a little longer than normal, and so when I returned... Continue Reading →

L’esprit de l’escalier

We've all been there. Having a great conversation, replies bouncing back and forth, the fizz of electricity in the air, until they say something and you're lost for words. You freeze, like you did when you heard your nan mention the word "blowjob" that time after she'd had a little too much sherry at Christmas.... Continue Reading →

New Year, Same Me

I hate Marmite. I hate gherkins. I hate most adverts. I hate stubbing my toe on the same piece of furniture that hasn't been moved in seven years so I should fucking know where it fucking is by fucking now, shouldn't I. I do not hate New Years. Nor do I love it. It is... Continue Reading →

A rare plea from me…

I hate asking for support. I've always been proud to the point of being stubborn, and it's caused me no end of trouble over the years. My sister goes on at me about getting a cleaner, for example (she has one as, despite only working one day a week, having two primary age boys means... Continue Reading →

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