The name's Becky; or Rebecca when I'm being posh
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing about – Benjamin Franklin
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 →
You’re sitting on the tube, headphones in, reading through a BuzzFeed article on your phone and minding your own business when sat opposite you, a young and beautifully in love couple, gazing into each others eyes, giggle euphorically and share small and repetitive kisses throughout the duration of the journey. PDA (Public Displays of Affection)... Continue Reading →
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 →
I suppose I have mixed views on feminism. I’m all for women earning more and being the main breadwinner, standing on top of the world throwing dollar bills into the air (for narrative purpose only - alas we do not have the same effect with our pound coins) and laughing at our triumphant finale in... Continue Reading →
