As bad luck would have it, the moment I started working in a hospital I was suddenly required to attend another for various cringe-inducing (but not life-threatening) procedures. My sympathy with the hysterical patients I occasionally encounter at work has gone through the roof since my unfortunate run-in with the Clementine Churchill Hospital. Continue reading
I’ve always admired the bollocks it takes for guys to go up to girls they don’t know and strike up a conversation. The (outdated) social expectation that it’s a man’s job to make the ‘first move’ must be nerve-wracking. Especially when there’s no drink involved; I’m not a shy person but I need at least two and a half bottles of wine to be confident enough to initiate chat with a complete stranger.
However, being mindful of a guy’s nerves can only take you so far if they start spouting utter shite at you. Continue reading
Existential crisis. Pretty sure I’m having one.
Loughborough university had a ridiculously unbalanced ratio of men to women, roughly 5:1. This was great for sausage watching, obviously. Especially as Loughborough was jam-packed with sportsmen who had honed to perfection every muscle in their bodies except the ones used for thinking with. Consequently, men who looked great but had no chat whatsoever were depressingly commonplace. Continue reading
<Apologies in advance for being an insufferably smug holiday wanker> Continue reading
I like the occasional drink, to put it mildly. My habit has rewarded me with a liver that has the strength of ten men, and the look and feel of a slug when you’ve poured salt over it (I imagine). I justify this naughty habit because I don’t smoke or experiment with any drugs, and I try to exercise regularly/ when I can be bothered. Continue reading
Things I liked about Dublin:
Every year when all the young people go off to get their A level results I experience a twang of jealousy. Not because of the actual results, obviously, that shit was horrible, but usually if A levels are important to you it’s because you’re planning to go to university and your grades determined where you were going. A lot hangs on these results. Continue reading
Do you want to live the rest of your life in the frustrating cycle of losing and gaining weight?
Follow these simple steps to get the yo-yo figure of your dreams! Continue reading
I admit that I’m prone to risking the odd naked dash. My room is roughly four steps (or seven girly trots) from the bathroom and when my towel is busy wrapped up on my head I often can’t be bothered to get another one to cover my dignity. What’s four steps, after all? Continue reading
No one likes to work for free, that is a given, and many (smart) people refuse to do it. Annoyingly though, for a lot of graduate jobs there’s this catch-22 situation: you can’t get a job without experience, but you can’t get experience without a job. Some proper arsehole came up with this in order to get free work from desperate graduates who are prepared to do anything short of sucking dick for a job. Continue reading
A few weeks ago I went to Liverpool to visit my friend, Anna. Anyone who knows me well knows I don’t travel well, but curiously I travel better on coaches than trains. This is helpful, considering they’re a tonne cheaper (because of how shit they are). Continue reading
I have to admit that this particular incident didn’t go down in the last seven days, but I’ve actually had quite a pleasant week. Continue reading
So, we’ve all had this feeling, right? Especially on a Monday. Completely distracted thinking about all the important things in your life outside work. I had it when I had a set-hours job and I have it now I’m freelance. Personally, I find it worse because there’s no one to answer to if I don’t use my time effectively, except my overwhelmingly loud, bossy-as-hell conscience. Continue reading
Yesterday, a bee stung me, on my arse. Continue reading
Last week one of the most embarrassing things happened to me. Continue reading
I foolishly volunteered to help my ex-univeristy housemate Gib move into her new flat with Knight (James) and Ellis (James). The previous owner had been allowed to run amok with sickly orange and baby blue paint, so understandably they decided to start afresh and repaint everything white. Ellis, the son of a capenter, and Knight, a DIY afficionado, were perfectly well-equipped…Gib, however, was woefully inadequate and ended up covered in paint in a wailing hissy fit on the floor.
As someone who’s never had them I’ve always been somewhat torn when it comes to false nails. Continue reading
For Mother’s Day I drew this. Continue reading
Overall, I like to consider myself not too highly- strung when it comes to the behaviours of other people, particularly when it has no impact on my life whatsoever. Continue reading
Surely, the best part of running a marathon isn’t the months of 5am training in the pissing rain or the final four and a half hours of shin-splintering hell, but telling everyone that you’ve run a marathon. Continue reading