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 →
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 →
Wow, the young people have had a tough time lately. We’ve just come out of a big fuck-off election that seemed to rest solely on our shoulders. It was down to us to fix the world. The Young People changed the future of British government. Just us. BOOM. Us 18-24 year olds are facing a... 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 →
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 →
What do you say when you're asked what your "type" is? Do you say you don't have one? Or do you sum it up with one generic point that draws you into your date of choice? The fact they're over 6ft tall, for example, or with a shining head of ginger hair? What's the cookie-cutter... Continue Reading →
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 →
