Sportswear gets (even more) street
When I go to the gym my aims are threefold: get in, get out, and try not to sweat over a stranger. I’ve perfected the gym wardrobe to white trainers with pink laces (because I think I’m 10), a black vest (slimming) and purple ‘yoga pants’ (which fold over and hug my tummy, much like […]
A life less ordinary: How I came to perform in the London 2012 Olympic Opening Ceremony
We’re waiting in Vom 1. Months of early-morning dance rehearsals all come down to this. Immune to 80,000 noisy ticket holders outside, all we hear are instructions from Gina, our Manc director and segment chartist, on our in-ear radios. It’s 9.57pm on Friday 27th July 2012, and we’re about to be watched by an expected […]
Meme for 2011
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: years come in waves. Some high, some low, and some extremely rocky waters. This year has been a high, for so many reasons that I’ve unfathomably decided to do what I don’t usually: bear a little more soul for others to see.
The Big Olympics Bid
It’s quite an odd feeling wishing you don’t get everything you’ve paid for (value for money and all that), but that’s exactly how I feel about my London 2012 Olympics tickets. Clearly, I want to attend everything I’ve bid on (and am rather damned excited about it), I just fear I may have gotten a […]
I’ve never been much of a scientist, in that I really don’t care why exercise makes me happy. It just does. What makes me even happier is when I get offered a free guest pass to the Virgin Active Health Club in the City. To give a little background, I am a member of a […]
Bucket List for 2011
OK, so despite my bucket list pertaining to just this year, rather than encompassing the indeterminable time frame ‘before I die’, I felt I needed to get this particular list down to remind me of my goals and to have something to look back on this time next year.
Off the radar
I seem to be at least a fortnight behind with my recent blogging. All I can say is that unprecedented distractions (in a variety of guises – work, play and otherwise) have resulted in minimal writing time.
Ten tall triumphs
When I was about fourteen, I grew about six inches in the same amount of months. I towered above my classmates, had cavewoman hair (it was way before GHDs revolutionised my life), and thought I looked like the Honey Monster.