The name's Becky; or Rebecca when I'm being posh
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing about – Benjamin Franklin
If you’re reading this, you probably follow me on Twitter. Maybe Instagram if you’re lucky. In which case, you’ll know I’m a bit of a selfie lover. And to be honest I have no shame in that whatsoever. I wrote about it years ago for Elite Daily - here - I love a selfie. tl;dr... Continue Reading →
Motoring journalism. It’s a barrel o’ laughs. The constant stream of press releases into my inbox includes tyre launches, Dragons Den pitches about tyres, invitations to events about… tyres. And yet, with Valentine’s Day upon us, I was sent a few emails that caught my eye. Oddly enough I wasn’t allowed to turn them into... Continue Reading →
I love Twitter. I'm sorry, Instagrammers and Facebookers (I have no idea who even Facebooks anymore, I only post stuff to impress the two guys I still have any mild interest in.) Not following? Come and join the fun. See you on the flipside... Oh I owe my heart to Twitter (Where old lovers... Continue Reading →
I’m 24 on Tuesday. What a grown up. Yeah, as if, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. This year has been a bit of a clusterfuck. I’ve quit two jobs, I’ve been dumped 3 times (and counting), I’ve been published in Cosmopolitan and Top Gear (sex and seatbelts at its finest), got a... Continue Reading →
I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it - Marilyn Monroe I work in an office full of guys. Dreamy, right? It’s part and parcel of working in a male dominated industry. I have zero problems with it whatsoever. In one of my offices, most... Continue Reading →
So, the relationship's over. You've deleted your WhatsApp conversation. You've changed your phone's background. You've played your part in getting them out of your silly head. If you're feeling particularly brave, or if you've had one too many glasses of wine and have Alanis Morrisett cranked a little too loudly, you may have finally unfriended... Continue Reading →
Mum - for whenever you next stalk my Twitter and dig this up, I'm sorry. But it makes for a compelling story. When I was, say, 5 or 6, I was at my Nan’s house. I got a placemat to use as a steering wheel, and mimed my mum driving the car, swearing at everyone... Continue Reading →
It's quarter to eleven And I've just got home. I left the house at seven This morning, two and half hours before work, in the vague hope Of finding a train that will take me anywhere near London. But nope, It's strike day so here I stand, a sheep in a flock. I'm bored now.... Continue Reading →
Coach trips aren’t just for your Nan anymore - fun, modern tours let you see the world with no more planning than how much spending money to take You know the feeling - you flick through your favourite magazine, see an article about this year’s must-see destination, jump onto Thomas Cook and search for a... Continue Reading →
