There was a time when, like many other bloggers, I cared about the number of ‘hits’ my site got, obsessively chart stats and pray for…
It must have been about this time last year that I let Neil Milton buy me an Irn Bru in the 13th Note, and we…
September this year marks ten years since I made my first, tentative and over-sharey, foray into blogging. I hope you’ll forgive a little self-indulgence on…
I can’t say that I have much of an interest in Valentine’s Day, but I have to confess to feeling a little disappointed that, for…
So far in Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, my beloved has slagged off The X-Files, alternative country and that which Americans so condescendingly refer to…
Cranky at work this afternoon, a quick email from home informed me there was a nice surprise waiting. Clutching bags to my chest and trying…
Hello. I’m a twat and didn’t realise this was up until I just Googled my name there. I’m still cancelling my Bebo account though.
Yesterday I had one of those afternoons that reminded me what it is I’m doing here. It had been a sleepless night and one of…
wandering (1) Originally uploaded by lastyearsgirl_. I first saw Jesse Malin live five years ago – five years to the day in fact, or thereabouts….
Who needs the Guardian anyway? PS Kaite is doing a sponsored walk in aid of Stonewall at the weekend, to help raise awareness about homophobic…
