23 Things I Learned at 23

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 →

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The Man Behind the Suit

I have a new love of my life - Harvey Specter. Well that’s not entirely true; he’s been the love of my life for 3-4 years now, for being the lead legal genius on the TV show Suits. He struts around in his tailored Tom Ford three piece, his perfectly in-place quaffed back hairstyle, his... Continue Reading →

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Panic not - this isn't a blog about my infinite love of Thor. Although he is the best hero around. Dur. When we’re growing up, we’re always encouraged to find a ‘role model’. For some reason, apparently Wayne Rooney was a big role model of my generation, as were the wealth of scantily clad popstars... Continue Reading →

Comparison is the Thief of Joy

I really need to learn to stop comparing myself to others. Everyone posts their happiest and most amazing photos for everyone to see. I do exactly the same thing so I don’t know why this surprises me. Every photo is edited and filtered and changed to make us look the prettiest, the funniest, like we’re... Continue Reading →

A Reverse Bucket List

I suddenly realised that I’ve been being posh ol’ Rebecca for nearly a whole year now. Mini whoop! My life is unrecognisable from this point last year. I’ve met new people, I’ve seen new places, I’ve experienced some of the greatest things on earth. Which is totally cheesy but I’ve genuinely done quite a lot... Continue Reading →

Dear Future Husband…

Pop superstar and controversial singing queen Meghan Trainor has just released her new single, ‘Dear Future Husband’, which is already topped to hit the Top 40 of the British single charts. After a string of already edgy chart successes, talking about men’s hatred of skinny bitches and men’s love of lying, so now she’s taking... Continue Reading →

‘Just a TV show…’

Even though I am what many would describe as an ‘unconfident driver’, I have always been a bit of a petrol head. I don’t really know where it came from - my dad works in the motor trade, listing off parts numbers to 10 year old Audis like I do lyrics to McBusted - but... Continue Reading →

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