I have spent this weekend mostly regressing back into somebody who’d rather just say “no”. It seems that for every eyes-wide-open-on-the-back-of-a-bus moment of revelation, there…
So the big news story, she says as she stuffs her face with a slice of a particularly stringy four cheese pizza*, is that I’ve…
Damn timezones, she mutters, for I read too late via the lovely Sara that yesterday was apparently Love Your Body Day, courtesy of NOW. I’m…
We spent the weekend in the north of Scotland, saying goodbye to one of my best friends before he sets off for a year in…
As we headed into Inverness to get the bus home yesterday, we heard a little of the Olympics closing ceremony played on the radio (it…
Well! As fun as yesterday was (if you missed out, and you fancy joining in a fun debate about the merits or otherwise of filesharing…
Yesterday morning I had to go along to the hospital, where I was fitted with some surgical insoles. The thinking behind this is that the…
Apologies for radio silence this week: been a combination of workplace deadlines, familial birthdays and some much less celebratory personal circumstances. It’s been a weird…
I can be a grumpy beggar at times, but the truth is I love this messy, sparwling, noisy city of ours to distraction. Even now,…
My apologies: it’s impossible to take a photo from this angle that doesn’t make me look like Angelina Thunderthighs. There’s something about my doctor that…
