It’s my day off. My housemate has gone to work for the evening and I’m sat in front of the telly with a fat glass of red wine and my straighteners warming up. It’s the kind of weather where if I go outside my hair resembles Chewbacca on a spin cycle. It’s … Continue reading You are entitled.
It’s nearly midnight and I’m scrolling through my camera roll. My eyes are dry and scratchy, and I definitely need to go to sleep. I assume I’m joining a good 90% of the population right now. I’m looking for photos that can show me how much I’ve progressed since starting to train properly. What I’ve … Continue reading Confronted by me
Hello strangers. It’s been a while since I last wrote, I know, but I have always felt that my best sense of self and who I am comes through when I naturally feel like putting pen to paper…. or in the 21st Century, fingers to keys. Funnily enough, with a glass of wine and my … Continue reading A wedge of lime to add some zing to your Corona
I’m standing in my Gran’s kitchen. The worktop is uncluttered, clean bar the odd bit of geriatric paraphernalia. The thin film of flour that used to coat the kitchen surfaces has been wiped clean and unreplaced. It’s been a while since my Gran and I cooked together. We would stand next to each other, a … Continue reading We shall fight them on the beaches, in the streets and the bakeries: the Cornish pasty plight against the nationwide food-chains
I’m standing at the counter in one of a million souvenir shops. Shot glasses, cork bracelets, ‘I heart Lisbon t-shirts’, all flank me as I stare, open-mouthed, like a guppy staring into the jaws of a great white. A perfectly nice, polite woman is stood opposite. She’s smiling, dressed neatly and isn’t holding any … Continue reading English?
The sound of the coffee machine grinds against my ears. Caffeine addicts chat over their Americanos, cappuccinos and decaf-soya-hazelnut lattes with chocolate sprinkles. I find the hubbub soothing. It’s a positive vibe to keep me powering through yet another essay due sometime in the too-close future. Whilst I balance precariously on my bar stool, sipping … Continue reading No-one likes a lot of baggage
Hey guys, I know it’s been a while but I’m back again and I’m here to talk about the ‘C’ word. No, not that one, I mean cancer. I know it’s not particularly cheerful but it’s important and I have a point so hang on in there. I remember when my Dad was diagnosed … Continue reading The ‘C’ Word
‘What shall we do this Christmas when you’re home?’ Mum asks, ‘What do you want to do?’ ‘I want a Gavin and Stacey Christmas.’ I reply. That was last year. This year my phone buzzes. ‘I’ve just spent half an hour thinking about how we can do a Gavin and Stacey Christmas’. She’s still trying, … Continue reading Friends, Forgetfulness and a Gavin and Stacey Christmas
It’s official. The ‘Awkward Stage’ is no more. See you later blue eyeliner. Adios emo side fringe. Girls now take a graceful leap from endearing toddler-hood to a sassy and put-together adolescence. I can’t say I’m jealous though. Admittedly my ‘leap’ was more of a stagger, much like a baby giraffe experiencing its new limbs … Continue reading The ‘Awkward Stage’.
Weird things remind me of home. For instance, getting to the end of a tube of toothpaste. My parents are ‘thrifty’ you see…they like to wait 'til the very end of the tube. It cannot be considered for disposal, apparently, unless you have reached the point of rolling it up at least five times, jamming … Continue reading Homes, Hearts and Toothpaste.
AS WHITE GIRL AS IT GETS 