I thought I’d post a mini update on day 4 of my 33 day challenge, seeing as it’s my lunch break and it’s too rainy outside to go for a walk…
I’ve been on a lot of diets in my life. I start them feeling psyched up and confident, thinking ‘this is it! This is the one. In a few months I’ll have a figure like a twenty-something Elle Macpherson instead of a sea-cow’.
Croatian people are beautiful. All of them, gods and goddesses. As soon as I stepped off the airport shuttle bus into Dubrovnik, it was like entering a good-looking convention. All the women were slim, tanned, dressed impeccably and wearing glamorous-person sunglasses. The men were tall, dark and chiselled, like living Adonises.
Travel writers enthuse about ‘getting lost’ in romantic cities. Be frivolous, rip up your map, leave your smartphone at home, don’t even bother asking for directions, they say. Trust your inner explorer, because by following your instinctual compass you’ll discover INCREDIBLE things about the world, its’ people and most of all…yourself. Today I learned that’sContinue reading “Uncomfortably lost in the wrong bit of Dubrovnik”
In recent weeks I’ve had a lot to think about. Where do baby pigeons live? I’ve never seen one. How come the people on Masterchef didn’t pursue a career in cooking in the first place if they’re so good at it? And what’s going to happen to society when the selfie generation grows up and starts to makeContinue reading “Going solo”
There is one particular area of life we are allowed – encouraged even, to judge. It’s the gladiator’s coliseum of the modern day: the world of celebrity.
Few women like the way their abdomens look. Walking past the women’s magazine stands in your local supermarket, you’d be forgiven for thinking this section of torso between our boobs and vaginas represents our value as human beings.
I made this shattered heart thing on Adobe Illustrator and quite like it but have no use for it so I’ll put it here:
I’ve moved blogs.
After two years and 4,577 page views (mostly me checking how many page views I’ve got), I am committing Blogger suicide and converting to Wordpress.