Category: Men
I may have a degree in English Literature, but I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve read the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I’ve also read all the Twilight books. Who doesn’t enjoy a good, trashy, sexy, rubbishy read now again, especially when you can shelter behind the comfort of …
I do enjoy me a lovely, weird year. This one’s been at times a peach, and at others a bastard, although generally I’m quite happy with it. At any rate, I figured it was worth giving it a good meme. They’re fun and cathartic to do, but please don’t feel obliged to …
Enamoured by amour? Sick of schmaltz? Or just indifferent to ‘involvement’? Whatever your take on V-Day or your Facebook relationship status, there are plenty of alternative options for you in the love-and-hate-struck city of London. For cynical singles Embrace the hate with a big group of chums with Speed Hating, …
As daft, nonsensical comedy goes, I’m not generally a fan. Sure, I enjoy Basil Fawlty’s führer walk as much as the next Brit-gold appreciator, but – don’t shoot me – I can give or take the kind of US humour found in Ferrell’s Anchorman. Which is why it startles me …
I guess you could say I’m politically apathetic. I care enough to watch the news, but not enough to vote. Yes, I’ll admit it: I don’t vote. I clearly remember the mid-90s ad campaign that zipped up the electorate’s mouths with the words: “If you don’t vote, you don’t have …
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 …
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 …
Forced to sort though endless boxes from the attic at my parents’ house one weekend of late, I came across my university coursework. An English Literature student to the core, I prided myself on five-hour working weeks, drunk creative writing and a propensity for pashminas. I imagined myself to be …
“One shouldn’t become too besotted with success”, I was instructed by David Lewis CBE three years ago. He had kindly agreed to let me, a lowly-journalist wannabe interview him for a magazine journalism course that was going to ‘shape my career’. (I never ended up attending; a job offer got …
Well I was hardly going to turn down an invitation to this, was I? Mark Frith, Editor of Time Out magazine and former editor of Heat and Sky magazines, was going to be speaking at a UJIA media networking event called ‘Magazines Exposed’. And I was going to be sitting …
