THE BLOG

Of course I’ve got a blog

And I’m going to use it.
What kind of writer doesn’t have a blog? But my blog is definitely my safe space where I write about literally anything. It’s lacking, shall we say, “structure”. I reason that everything else I write is heavily structured, so I get a free pass with the blog to blather on about anything I like. Leaving London for Devon in my early 30s, the thrills and fears of marriage, the second Sex and the City film (hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve watched it. Watch it, then knock it).

I really do like to keep myself guessing with my chosen blog fodder. Don’t try to make sense of it, just read it and tell me I’m funny.

Deci-Belles: an ode to loud women

Deci-Belles: an ode to loud women

Oh hi, there.  Been a while, eh? Yes, I’ve been horribly neglecting my blog, so sue me. But I’m coming at you live (I lie, blogs are not in any way live) from drizzly Dartmouth, and I have something to say. Something that’s been on my mind for ages now. Today I...

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SATC 2. It wasn’t all bad.

SATC 2. It wasn’t all bad.

There have been thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, of unkind words written about the second Sex and the City film. And let's face it, they're mostly justified. Even the biggest SATC fan (over here, guys) had to admit with a miserable shrug that SATC2 was just...

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London: a love letter

London: a love letter

It happened. So help me, it happened. I appear to have moved to Devon by mistake. Just twelve short months after I had what I thought was a speculative discussion about packing up our lives in London and moving to the depths of the countryside, we have taken the final...

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Cluster Cluck

Cluster Cluck

When it comes to bridesmaid careers, there are few to rival mine for sheer variety. Lucky Number Ten (I've clocked up NINE turns on this rodeo) is scheduled for next July – a month after my own nuptials – at the wedding of two of my favourite people, Liz and James. I...

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Vital Organs

Vital Organs

Greeting and salutations from the trenches of Weddingsville. Population: me. As I tap out this blog with the last on my strength at 3am this Sunday evening, I have no fewer than 24 tabs open on my laptop browser. Some pertain to work, some to my social life (did you...

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Bridesmaid Revisited

Bridesmaid Revisited

Last week, my boyfriend asked me if I’d like to be his wife. I was fairly surprised, having nudged him on the topic for a year or so and received a fairly tepid response, I genuinely thought we were a year or so away from it. But low and behold, he took me for a walk...

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Birthday Blues

Birthday Blues

As long as my friends and I can’t have a bloody meal in peace without being harassed simply for being female, as long as I cannot walk home from work at night without fearfully clutching my handbag just a little bit tighter to my body, as long as I am being paid less than my male counterpart, as long as it is actually legal for a company to force you to wear high heels, as long as we are STILL having to explain what “consent” means, as long as the top jobs are still going to boys instead of girls for insufficient reasons, as long as women are being beaten up and killed in their own homes by their own boyfriends, then yes. We do still have a fucking problem.

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IT’S NOT A THING

IT’S NOT A THING

I have always, like most normal people, been completely disgusted by Valentine’s Day. It’s a big ol’ corporate trick (that we fall for every single year) to get us to spend even MORE money we don’t have on shit we most certainly do not need. Seriously, when was the...

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Once upon a time in Mexico…

Once upon a time in Mexico…

So, even though two weeks away from my “desk” has resulted in a landslide of stuff to do on my return (pre-holiday me HATES post-holiday me’s guts and clearly wanted to make her suffer), my voyage to Mexico has left me buzzed, refreshed and generally more madly in...

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