- BAD DATES CLUB (32)
- Dating (35)
- Facepalm Moments (78)
- Muddled Observations (66)
- Travel (22)
- Womanhood (6)
- Writing (6)
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30…. TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK….
“When I turned turned 30, it felt like The Joker had strapped a time-bomb onto my womb with a complex maths problem”
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TOUR TALES: THE REVIEWER.
“my self esteem relies on a stranger’s opinion.”
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LESSON 2: THERE ARE TWO I(s) IN WRITING.
The few times I’ve had to say I was a ‘team player’, I was lying.
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BAREFOOT BAKERY & THE NOT-SO-SILENT GENERATION.
A white haired man wobbled in. He was wearing a corduroy waistcoat, and one of those film noir detective hats.
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TOUR TALES: SPOTTY DICK.
“So it’s pronounced BAAY-LE-OL, not BAL-E-OL!”
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LESSON 1: GET A DAY JOB.
So there, on the top line of my new notebook, my first lesson: Get a day job.
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