Some people have a signature dish. Crumble. Fish pie. Maybe they make a mean toad-in-the-hole. Others are famed for their obsession with football or, for my international readers, perhaps that thing they do in America where they run around a football field not calling it football, dressed in a cage, wearing black eye make up.
Me? I’m getting pretty brilliant at herniating discs in my back. I’m 33 years old and I’ve just done it for the third time. It’s not big and it’s not clever. It’s chronically painful and anyone who has never had a bad back can just bugger off right now because they have no idea how much pain I
am in would be in if I wasn’t dosed up on so many fantastic drugs that I rattle. Continue reading
I suppose I should be flattered. My writing is so “award winning, witty and talented” (said me, to myself) that it’s been copied, pasted and palmed off as belonging to someone else. What fun!
A while ago, loyal reader, you may remember I bent over backwards for your entertainment, attempting to do some acro-yoga. Continue reading
Is it co-incidence, or do the people I know start trends? Seriously. My husband has been talking about mindfulness for years. Now it’s the buzz word in mental wellbeing. When I was at uni, my friend Iszy championed pink wine. There was a boom in sales and now it’s everywhere. My mate Hannah said she liked kale. A few months later Beyonce was papped wearing a kale-emblazoned jumper. God, Beyonce, start your own trends! Continue reading
That’s a funny joke, based on the fact people without TVs like to gloat about it. I am one of those people. Just like 1% of the nation, I don’t have a television and haven’t had one for five years. I’m pretty smug. Once you arrange your sitting room furniture so that it’s not all pointing at a box in the corner, it feels creepy to even consider owning one. Once you acquire an air of superiority that comes with appearing to live a life more virtuous than anyone else, you don’t want to go to Dixon’s and buy a flatscreen. Continue reading
In which I trial a healthy alternative pancake shaped thing.
I realise I’m writing a Pro Pancake Day blog a few weeks after writing an Anti Valentine’s Day blog. There is no consistency to my belief system. I don’t like the forced consumerism of Valentine’s Day but I do love pancakes. Continue reading
Last weekend, I went abroad. To Wales. In a bid to impress my father-in-law, who is Welsh and obsessed with rugby, I agreed to spend £50 on a ticket to see Wales Vs France in the Six Nations rugby tournament thing.
It was, with hindsight, a bit of a wasted ticket. I don’t really deserve to take up a seat in the Millennium Stadium, Cardiff, for a Wales Vs France rugby match for I am neither Welsh, French, nor a fan of rugby. Continue reading