An antiquated and absurd view that by thirty so much life shit should be order, and if it's not, put simply - we've fucked it.
I vow to stop spending my money going for drinks with people I deep down don't really enjoy the company of.
If I hear one more person say 'god, I just get so depressed at the end of the weekend', when in essence they've just got the hump that nothing decent is on after Dancing On Ice...
It feels like 1998 and I'm bloody loving it.
if you were to do a recce of my calorie intake over the last 8 days I'd qualify for World's Biggest Loser and give Rik Waller a run for his money.
"Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy being present' - said a yoga teacher, once. “Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy this feeling of truly being present’ It’s 7am, I was on a roof in Kings Cross and taking part in a summer solstice … Continue reading Oh hey, I’m here, but… I’m also kind of not.
You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.