The time has come for me to pass the baton of cool, which I never really had a firm grip on anyway, to my 15 year old nephew. In under ten minutes, he added over 200 songs to a personalised Spotify playlist for me. Which was desperately needed, because I had been listening to Nightmares on Wax since 2002.
Amidst Skepta, Bugzy Malone, Twenty One Pilots and Mungo’s Hi Fi was Snoop Dogg – I’ve heard of him! And Damian Marley – I’ve heard of his dad! Boom, still got it.
When I’m not listening to 200 new songs gifted to me by my musical muse of a nephew, I’m listening to podcasts these days. Bloody love me a podcast. I didn’t pay attention in school and now I’m trying to get smart. Continue reading
Fijian? Or just a cavalier attitude to sunscreen?
We build a brand. The minutiae of personality that has our friends say ‘Oh, typical Fred!’ and ‘Classic Sally!’ My brand was built on the story I’d been telling myself since I was a child, based loosely on a story my parents told me, with the necessary exaggerations and fabrications to create the unique human being I liked to think I was. Continue reading
More addictive than cocaine. And looks a bit like cocaine.
Okay, this week I am not so much writing a post for my blog as telling you to go visit another blog.
But do come back. I like you. I need you. You make me feel wanted.
Sugar. It’s the new tobacco. This year began with a new media bandwagon: suddenly sugar was the enemy. And not just white sugar in your tea and the obviously bad simple sugars in your chocolate bars and cakes, but the sugar in your mangoes and bananas, the sugar in your bread. It’s hiding. It’s hiding in food you thought was healthy and you’re eating it and it’s making you fat, tired and hungry for more sugar. It’s giving you wrinkles, causing diabetes, cancer and heart disease. Continue reading
Greetings Earthlings.
Drum roll please… I have been shortlisted in the Lifestyle Category of the Cosmo Blog Awards 2013.
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I’m a big fan of rational thinking. I like skepticism, atheism, pragmatism, analysis. I like facts, evidence and scientific research.
But I wasn’t always this way. I used to like loads of hippy shit. I spent £1 buying 2p once, because I was told the two pence piece had special properties that would prevent my mobile phone giving me cancer. I had my tarot cards read, got pricked with acupuncture needles when I hurt my back and dragged my husband to a palm reader very early on in our relationship when he was still polite enough to let me. Continue reading
What disappoints me most about the child I was, is that the woman I have become quite likes maths and science. Why didn’t I pay more attention in school? I could have been a contender. Back when my brain was a sponge and I was receiving a free education, why didn’t I absorb all the wonderful things I was being taught, instead of spending all my time trying to subtly turn my shoe upside down so I could play with the puzzle Clarks had built into the sole?
