How to Pick Up Men at the Supermarket

I’ve been on the dating apps now for a few months, and thus I now consider myself an expert in the field. I know which way to swipe. I’ve got witty openers. I can tell you with near perfect accuracy which ones are huuuuuge fans of Joe Rogan’s podcast. Despite my newfound skillset, sometimes I…

The Day We Caught the Train: Part 2

Catch up on Part 1 here, if you missed it! Now. Where we were? Ahh, yes. We were at the brewery, having snuck in for two unauthorised tours (some might technically call it ‘trespassing’). We were drunk. And then the brewery closed, or we grew bored? Hmm. I don’t know. Isn’t the past bonkers?! When…

The Day We Caught the Train: Part 1

Oooh boy, yesterday’s post was HEAV-VEE. Emotionally draining to unload about my depresh (and probs emotionally a bit draining to read) so let’s do something CUTE today. Something fluffy. Something marshmallowy. Oooh. I know. I’ll tell you about the time Annie and I took a train trip. Well, I’ll try. When we went to Fiji…

Meditations on Meditation: Part 1

Earlier this year I read Lost Connections by Johann Hari. It’s very good and I loved it and not JUST because there are celebrity endorsements on the cover. It’s all about the “real” causes of depression, and look, I know I should probably be dubious of anything that claims to be the “real” truth because…

Foot Fetish

Years ago I wrote about getting a massage and how I definitely fell in love with my masseuse and planned a whole life together before the session ended and I promptly lost interest. It turns out that blogging is wonderful for one’s self-awareness, because I am now Aware that that exact scenario happens constantly to…