I’ll let you into a little secret. I care A LOT about what people think.
‘How is this possible?’ I hear you cry ‘Last time we went for drinks you snogged the bartender and danced to the hits of Chicago on the bar. You quite clearly don’t care what anyone thinks.’
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t give two flying fucks if someone thinks that I am weird/not cool/borderline mentally unstable.
Where I fall down in the nonchalance stakes is that I have a terrible affliction. I am…. Drum roll…a people pleaser.
Continue reading “How to not give a fuck”
It is the truth universally acknowledged that Londoners spend most of their time thinking about/complaining about/evaluating the merits and potential pitfalls of THE WEATHER.
If you’re anything like me you will spend January through to March on a rotation of phrases including but not limited to ‘God it’s PARKY out there isn’t it’, ‘urgh this makes me never want to go outside’, ‘I can’t wait for summer’ and ‘Go on then I will have another minced pie/mulled wine/doughnut/three course meal – not like I’ll be getting my body out any time soon is it!’*
Continue reading “How to survive the British ‘Summer’”
Perhaps it’s just me but one of the fundamental problems I have with living in London is that there are hundreds of fun activities to do all of the time. That is not a problem in itself. The problem is that each of these activities usually costs around the £25 marker.
So when an event comes up that is actually fun and cheap as chips, I get very excited.
Continue reading “Dear Diary”