Panic Attacks & LA Freeways. See the way I look at my anxiety is quite simple, really. I went on holiday once to LA. My boyfriend at the time was driving us to a Lakers game and we got stuck on a freeway. Now, if you’ve been to LA then you’ll know what … Continue reading Little Miss Worry Guts: Chapter 2
Welcome to March. The month two girls try to tackle making the internet a little bit more real.
Before they have virtual friends, but nothing real.
Little Miss Worry Guts: An Introduction. Nothing quite spells out ‘anxiety problem’ like driving home from your therapist’s, racked with a worry that even she almost certainly thinks you’re a complete bore. There’s me, paying a woman good bloody money to talk to me. To help me understand why once again my brain feels like … Continue reading Little Miss Worry Guts : An Introduction
'...and there he was before me. All seven very well filtered photos of him...' '...our first date was like no other. We got shitfaced, moaned about our jobs and had a snog outside the train station....' '...our eyes locked in a coffee shop queue. And I shat myself . We'd been speaking on Happn and … Continue reading Excerpts from a modern love story…
Caribbean food & rum lovers rejoice. Turtle Bay has moved into Croydon. I was invited along to the press launch earlier this week, and I'm not gonna lie, it's good. I ate so much food I needed to pretty much be wheeled out of there in a barrow and the cocktails were lip smackers. But … Continue reading Turtle Bay comes to The Cronx
Dear fellow rail commuter, I wanted to write you this note so you have something to read on your journey home. I want to keep you company as you sit outside another suburban station miles from your house, as you sit on another ice cold platform, as you wait for your replacement bus service in … Continue reading An open letter to rail commuters
I know, right. It's like Queenie on Christmas Day. But here's just a little note from me, to wish you a happy new year. To say thanks for the love for the rambles over the last twelve months, and to say I hope it's a good'un. I know that technically today is just another day, … Continue reading My 2017 message
Now, look at the life you believe to be your own. Look at that life, and yes 2016 is the worst year you've ever had.
I'm not even near it. To be precise I have got two whole years and five whole months before it arrives. Thanks very much. Yet it's the only thing that gets mentioned. All of the time. Every day. By my friends. By people at work. By me. Annoyingly. My little crew of girls is my … Continue reading Can everyone just shut up about 30?