Who am I?

According to an article that appeared on my Facebook feed, I’m interesting because I wear colourful socks. Personally I call it time poor but good intentioned because I think by buying brighter socks it might be easier to find a pair. In reality I’m disorganised, useless at putting away laundry and always in a rush…

Farewell to my cleavage 

   This week I have been surrounded by boobs, tits and cleavage. From talk of an ex colleague shaking her ample assets as a burlesque dancer, Belinda’s plunging pair, gagging to escape, in “My Dad Wrote a Porno”, (that many people keep mentioning it, I thought I’d give it a go,) to the incredible beach…

A night at The BAFTA’s

So Monday was undoubtedly a good yawning kind of day. I was fortunate enough, via work, to go to the BAFTA’s on Sunday night. I prepped like you should for all high profile, star studded events. Got the dress, the shoes, booked a hair appointment. On Saturday night my intention was for an early night…

Is it a good yawning?

  I’m a fan of a sweatshirt and a hoodie, no I’m not on trend embracing a bit of sport luxe, unfortunately I’m not that cool. I just always have been a relatively casual dresser, much happier in a baggy sweatshirt, jeans, boots, trainers or flip flops. Love a flip flop would bust one of those…

Social Roosters

  I’m stood on a train, a couple of glasses of wine in and I’m sorry I’m going to rant. My marginally more prepped post has gone out the window. January was a bad month for untimely high profile deaths. A lot of legends took their last bow and will obviously be missed. Now I’m…