This is a place for me to make fun or you, your mother, the world and myself.
Mostly myself. The world comes a close second though.
I hate this bit of maintenance on my person. I can quite happily ignore all those other imperfections of mine. But this. This is the one that annoys me the most.
I’ve been going to get mine waxed more recently. And I’ve been going to Benefit to get mine done. Three times I’ve been so far. The first time I went to the bar in Debenhams Oxford Circus and I tried having a tint done too. Which is a…
Is it too garish to wear red lipstick to an interview?
P.S. Interviews are more stressful than anything else. On the planet. Or so it seems. ARGH.
If you’re asking the same one hoping for a different answer each time you ask it you’re probably avoiding the obvious truth.
I’m so stupid. I do this a lot. It’s ridiculous.
They say if a person was able to see their self in real life they would never be able to recognise themselves. But what do we actually think of ourselves?
I’ve got a job interview next week. Responses to the news have been wide and varied. I mean me, myself, I am excited. I am nervous. I’m not sure what to expect. But what has been interesting is all the responses to me telling my friends and…
This is me. I have my friends. Acquaintances. Colleagues. My very own introvert. And a smattering of wonderful people, wonderful because they simply are. And also busy being wonderful. I see these people. We collide. On occasion. But we are often brought together by the catalysts of humanity. New life, death and love.
I’m not complaining. But it can be both lovely to be alone. And lonely. I…
I’m late for work. And the trains are delayed. But am I panicking? No. I’m just cold. The British Summer can be deceptive at 7am.
So I’m bored. And I find a page on Facebook. A family friend who is now a wedding photographer. And I can’t help myself. I’m trawling through the pictures. But nothing sits right with me.
The other day I was told about someone wanting an elephant at their wedding –