It’s confession time. For the first 24 years of my life I had no idea how it felt to be dumped. Up until that age it had been me that ended the relationships with various boyfriends (ranging from sweet to arsehole to now quite openly gay) and the concept of being dumped felt utterly foreign to me.
Leaving a job for pastures new is often fraught with complications and general bits of awkwardness.
If you’re wondering how to navigate the socially awkward waters of your leaving drinks with grace and poise then you should definitely read on. Continue reading “How to have the perfect leaving drinks”
My pal sent me my Chinese New Year Horoscope and it was single handedly the most depressing read of my life. So I thought I’d share it with you all.
Piece of advice – don’t read yours. If it’s anything like mine you will find yourself crying under your desk, wondering what you did to make the Chinese Horoscope writer hate you so much.
As we already know from my detailed account of my date with this guy, I am no stranger to a bad date. I like to think I take them in my stride with a blitz make do and mend style optimism. The girl scout of dating. Continue reading “The Worst Date in the World Ever”
At the risk of sounding ‘basic’ (apparently this is a thing? Is it a thing? Oh help me why am I so out of touch?!) I bloody love a good brunch.
You know the drill: you’re young (ish), you’re fun (drunk) and a little strapped for cash (living on lidl pasta and butter for two and a half weeks of the month).
Disclaimer: This article in no way guarantees the sunkissed romance depicted above.
Ah tinder. You really are one of a kind. Nowhere else in the world is it possible to meet people who look totally normal but then turn up to meet you wearing a fedora.
My friends are a wise bunch of borderline alcoholics and god knows I love each and every one of them.
So I’ve selected some of their pearls of wisdom to share with all of you. May you grow from their insight and flourish under their instruction.