Category: Lifestyle

Claiming Back the Stereotype

A few weeks ago, I put myself forward as a volunteer to be a performer at the Olympics 2012 Ceremonies. Sworn to secrecy, I couldn’t possibly divulge anything we were asked to do (the first rule of Olympics volunteering is that you don’t talk about Olympics volunteering). But I doubt …

The Great North-South Divide

I’ve been feeling a fair amount of blogging guilt of late. Writing is all very well and good until you stop / simply don’t have enough hours in the day to do it. My desire to keep on creating turns into a bit of nervous twitch if I don’t fulfil …

Love? It’s A Game of Two Halves

Almost a year ago to the day, I went speed dating at A Game of Two Halves in Bar Kick, Shoreditch, for no other reason than it sounded like a decent night out. With the night about to kick off again for a new season (too many football puns in that …

Baby on Board? Wear the Badge

Anyone who’s lived in London for six months or more will tell you that Tube Rage is a real problem that can infiltrate your life, if you let it. It turns would-be sane adult commuters into vicious, defensive teenagers who become tersely territorial over a dust mite-ridden square of carpet …

March On

March is birthday month (yes, I get the whole month), which explains my lack of posts on the old blog front recently. All I can say is I’ve been rather busy celebrating with others / being celebrated.

A Lot of France

Been waiting a while before posting this, mainly because I wanted to nick the list of place names from this rather brilliant travel write-up. Seems like another world away now, but just over a week ago I was in the charming Lot valley region of France, or as I like …

Brighton up

Another treat of a weekend away, this time in Brighton. I don’t know that much about Brighton, nor do I have any particular ties to the place. But with plenty more visits to Hove (actually) on the horizon, I can envisage myself becoming quite attached.

Cymru Revisited

Ah, Wales. My home from home. Land of My Fathers – Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau – although obviously not quite my fathers (perhaps ‘land from another mother’ would be more appropriate). Having spent nearly four years of my life there (both during uni and after I graduated), it’s always a …

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