Bitches Beg It

Never run for the tube. It is pointless. The next one is 2 minutes away.  This is something I say to pretty much everyone. I think all Londoners say this to each other. Do I listen to my own advice when running late?? Nope. Living in Shadwell wasn’t exactly my dream. A tiny flat, with no lounge, but

I hate poo. The look, the colour, the fact that when you smell it, it is actually tiny little poo particles entering your nose freaks me out. However, we all love going for one. Don’t lie to yourself, you prude. It’s a feeling of relief, your tummy deflates, you flush it, your body says you’ve lost at least

I am a drunk texter.  One of those horrific people who seem to be unable to control their emotions and just wait until the next day to send that message.When my phone is in my hand and the send button all blue and appealing, just glows. It tells me to press it, the bitch. You’re thinking, yeah we've

Yes we all do.  We really should start that new hobby, start cooking from scratch, writing those thank you notes from your birthday 2 months ago and calling granny for a chin wag. Even more so, we should all be becoming a bootilicious babe like Beyonce. Running 10km a night in prep for that race we entered a

There are two kinds of people who date.  The Cat or the Fish.  I am of course the fish. The Cat in my mind is 9/10 of my friends. They of course turn up immaculate, they've prepped preened, and they look good without an overworked appearance. Now I'm not saying they are sly, but they have done their homework,