Remember, in the days when we had to convey your emotions without the use of the Spanish Dancing Lady emoji
Like, steer clear of Adele on a car journey for Pete's sake.
We're just checking out how clean your bathroom is TBH
"I can't help it Shell, I'm just a magnet for bastards", I found myself turning and saying to the woman I sit next to at work. "Oh yeah, Grant Mitchell, he's your type ain't he" our dearest Shell retorted. Chuckling away. Never has someone got me so right. In 9 short words. Sums me up.… Continue reading Why do we fall for bastards?
What a shock, it's a week before my birthday and along comes another blog referencing how old I feel. Tradition right? Well as I turn twenty-bloody-seven next week I thought it appropriate to hark back to yesteryear and all the painful things that us twenty something's used to have to suffer as kids, that the… Continue reading The painful things kids today will never understand