I love my job. There, said it. Admittedly it took twenty-five years of terrible jobs to find this one, but it’s different. It doesn’t feel like a job, I wake up every morning looking forward to the day and most days I couldn’t tell you which day it was. It’s a good life. However, once… Continue reading [Humour] Political Correctness, and why it should go f*ck itself. And frocks, of course.

Intrigued by the title, yeah? Good. My last post, written such a long time ago (five mins) was a little, well, dark and self-indulgent. And while I love playing the part of the burning martyress, life needs to have a degree of fun and lightness. This isn’t it. This is a bit of fun where… Continue reading [Humour] Infrequently asked questions about life, love, frocks and the capacity of my throat…

Reader warning! If you read this you’ll find I’m at the bottom of a cycle at the moment, so this is a bit of a self-absorbed rant. Call it a cathartic purge. To make up for it I’m writing another frock-tale blog post straight after, so if you’re here for gushing and fashion talk, I’d… Continue reading [Philosophy] Dealing, or not dealing, with the drabs…