February 22nd 2021. What a time to be alive! When the first UK lockdown happened back in March 2020, I must admit it had a different feel. Two weeks prior to the news, my dad had had a massive stroke and I’d been trekking up and down the country to see him. At the time, it was very much a touch and go situation: emotionally … Continue reading Freeze! This is a Lockdown!

Hello Readers! I guess the title for this post is pretty self-explanatory: another day, another terrible, terrible I-couldn’t-even-call-it-a-date. For those thinking “oh no, not another male bashing post”, well, I’m sorry. I can’t help it that I’m a woman who’s come across men who’ve behaved like morons. It’s not a reflection of all men of course, but it’s definitely still relevant. After my whole “ghosted” … Continue reading Fuck Me or Get Out

I was 21 when my eyes opened to how fragile ones mind is. My first ever blog post touched on the chronic battle I faced with panic attacks, anxiety, numbness and insomnia. During that time, I experienced multiple bouts of “Sleep Paralysis”, an eerie state awakened by a “woke” mind and “dead” body. The first time it happened, I was certain a ghost had slipped … Continue reading Sleeping With The Lights On

Hello Readers! So, I recently had my End of Year Work Report, (where management review employee wins and focus areas) and was most pleased. Not because I nailed the review, but because my newfound ability to implement boundaries and give feedback was acknowledged. Admittedly, these are areas I’ve struggled with my whole life (both work-wise and personally) and I felt a surge of relief knowing … Continue reading Sexual Harassment: The Hardest No

It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting in an old battered waiting chair. Beads of sweat have formed at the top of my brow, as I pick at my nails, nervously. A man in a trench coat opens the door and summons me in to his room… “It’s not good news”, he says. “We’ve got your scan results and the headache you’re experiencing is a brain … Continue reading The Bully

It’s nearly Valentines Day and yet here I am, wishing my Boo-zy and Booze-free Readers a Happy New Year! This is my first post of 2019 and I am hanging without the hangover, riding those waves without the whiskey; reading that prose without the rosé. (Well, you might be, I’m not). 2019 has thrown her head back, gripped those sheets and squeezed out a new … Continue reading Wet for Dry Jan

Blog Readers, It’s been a while but I’ve been thriving, surviving, single and SWIPING. DATING APPS: what a tragic time to be alive. You know, every time something remotely unfortunate happens in my *less than impressive* love life, the sensitive, trusting, hopeful girl in me curls in a ball and wants to disappear. The ballsy, no-fucks, abrasive writer on the other hand thinks: I’m so … Continue reading GHOSTED

It seems like forever since I got lost beneath a sea of words, paragraphs flowing, ideas relentless.  Writers block: it’s the worst. I’ve had it for what seems like months now and it’s been weighing me down like a mental fatigue. Every time I have an idea I shy away from it, the lights are off; no one’s home. Guilt eats at me with every … Continue reading Write My Way Out

Little brothers, I couldn’t write this piece without you. I attempted a detached prose but saw red. Fury. I clenched my jaw and surrendered, cried. Why? I was only able to get the words out when addressed to you directly. When I was eight, your mum – my step-mum – asked what I’d like for dinner and in jest I replied: “Haha, you’re our slave”. … Continue reading Prose for my Brothers

You know, had I written my 2011 dissertation with the same bitter knowledge of widespread misogyny (both on and off-screen), I’m sure I would have seen that 2.1 into a first. Poor Garry Marshall, it’s a pity I was still wearing nappies during the debut of his 4.6* million box office hit, Pretty Woman, 1990. I recently sat through 2.5 excruciating hours of what I can … Continue reading Pretty Woman: Deconstruction