Gambling for Umbrellas February 22, 2008

Growing up is all about managing your own money, checking your account balance, spending what you can afford and saving all you can. Money is boring but it has to be respected, an ISA is not for spending on your first Jimmy Choos or that holiday to Hawaii when it is going to pay for [...]

Jogging for Biscuits February 13, 2008

Do you ever have the spare time you know you should use exercising but truly feel rotton about pulling on your togs and trying not to look pathetically breathless after you reach the end of the cul-de-sac?
This is why I am glad I have a blog. I can justify myself.
I am going to [...]

John, Jonathan or Johnny? February 10, 2008

Sadly, there is a general pattern in the movie stars that I fancy… they all seem to have the whole John thing going on. Isn’t John a funny name? Sorry, its only because I’ve been writing that word more than I am used to that it gets me to thinking how odd a word it [...]

The Acid! It BURNS! But I look so good… February 10, 2008

I am a frequenter of the Sk:n clinic in Leicester’s Royal Infirmary as I decided last year that it was ridiculous dealing with acne at 21!
I am of Celtic/Greek origin and so I am unlucky enough to have sensitive, pale skin with an oily t-zone. I have suffered from acne since I was about 11 [...]

Another Bloody Weekend February 10, 2008

Another Sunday rears its dopey head and I am once again full of fry up and thinking about the best way to enjoy the day before another week of work.
Yesterday the boy and I went to Leicester’s illustrious Odeon in the Freeman’s Common and went to see Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet [...]

Journalism’s Joker of the Pack February 9, 2008

Journalism is a scary place.
After amonths of fretting I have scored myself a place on a Journalism course at a reputed institute. The interview was hellish and I managed to muddle through just-about without crying or storming out. I didn’t even flicker my annoyance or distress. I wonder if this is how all journalists feel [...]

Why I Love Being British February 3, 2008

It is very uncool to posess anything with a Union Jack flag on it if you are a resident of the UK and not a punk (in which case it is marginally acceptable) as the Union Jack has become a symbol of xenophobia, pro-monarchy conservatism, stiff-upper-lip anal retention and general Church of England bloody-mindedness.
The UK [...]

Two near misses. February 3, 2008

Oh my goodness me! What a dramatic 16 hours I have had, and that includes sleeping for 8.
Well I watched the rugby yesterday. What a funny game? England, what were you doing? They must have started to celebrate early because when they came back out after half time it was like they had resolved [...]

Plans, Preparations, Pyramids February 2, 2008

Ever get that loose end sort of feeling?
Well today… got up (too hot after having my heater on full all night), had a shower, had some food, dressed, chatted to Mum, blitzed my wardrobe and cupboards in my tiny Ikea bedroom for all that is now redundant and am now a bit baffled as [...]

Sauvignon-Blanc, Salford, Spaying February 1, 2008

Friday evening with a Sauvignon-Blanc and the iTunes on shuffle is always a nice moment to savour.
I have had a fairly busy week, I spent the weekend in Manchester getting hideously drunk with A’s mates and ended up basically plastered. My liver hates me so much… I don’t feel proud, I feel bloody stupid but [...]