5 Reasons to Get the F*** off Facebook

Get the fuck off Facebook. Yes, all of you. Whether you have 50 friends or 500 friends, whether you FarmVille or Candy Crush, whether you're single or "It's Complicated", get the fuck off Facebook. Having grown up with the website, and being in the midst of the teenage epidemic we're faced with today, my views... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

The Theatre of Life

Over the last couple of months, I've had the pleasure of enjoying an alternative commute to London - quiet trains at off peak times, travelling the opposite way to most city dwellers and heading into town to visit friends and loved ones almost every weekend. No work to rush for, no meetings to be planning;... Continue Reading →

The Arousal of Passion

"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious." - Albert Einstein “Passion" - noun - a strong and barely controllable emotion. I’m so aroused by passion. Before you get excited, I don’t mean it like that. I mean talent. And skill. And enthusiasm. And a love for life. And a thirst for knowledge. And someone... Continue Reading →

An Alternative Travel Blog

In true wannabe writer fashion, having spent the past three weeks living the perfect dream of travelling the sites and sounds of America, I have decided to write a blog that covers absolutely none of that. Although I saw all the fantastic and awe inspiring monuments that the United States can offer, starting in New... Continue Reading →

The Life of a Filofaxer

Some people are grand, gilded Encyclopaedias, wise in their contents, standing proud upon their solo lectern ready to present to the world, the words pouring over their subjects like a river of gold waiting to be embellished into a diamond ring more beautiful than any seen in shop windows nearby. Others are scrapbooks, scrawny and... Continue Reading →

Totes Bants

Depressingly, it probably says more about me than other people when I am happy to stand here and accept 'the banter' that is now thrown about in everyday conversation. Although I am riddled with my own insecurities, as all of us are, when the hilarious blokes - and I say blokes because it's usually the... Continue Reading →

The Art of the Singleton

Standing on the roof tops, singing about woman power, shouting to my soul sistas and celebrating my own individuality; I am single and I don’t care. Over the past few years, I have watched my closest friends fall in and out of relationships, for good and for bad. I’ve had the friends that change themselves... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑