I walked into the bar. There was a feel about the place, as if the universe had been waiting for me to be there are that exact moment on that exact day. Something exciting was going to happen. I looked over and was transfixed. Instantly I knew I had to have her. The thought of... Continue Reading →
I have to fancy you
As a blogger you are always writing posts which fall somewhere on a spectrum of how well they'll be received. On one end are posts you know will do well, because perhaps they're funny or poignant or responding with a new take on the events of the day. On the other end are posts which... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
What really goes through a guy’s head when she says yes
I'm sure there are a couple of readers out there who don't yet follow the dating travails of Lucy Goes Dating (though I don't know why you wouldn't be?!), so for that small group she is currently running a series which introduces Charlie. Charlie is super sexy, handsome, confident and intelligent, and knows exactly what... 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 →
Parental Logistics Suck
I used to joke that my first child changed everything, but after that the rest were simply a matter of logistics. It's sort of true; the first time you do it, everything about your life changes. You go from only being responsible for yourself to having another human life entirely and utterly dependant upon you.... Continue Reading →