I have found myself falling down the very dark, Love-Island-Instagram-Why-Is-Everyone-So-Beautiful-And-I-Look-Like-Rab-C-Nesbitt hole
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone
We make new friends every week in the smoking area of some hell hole dressed up like an All Bar One. And then one day we wake up, and something has changed.
...and it ain't a glittery muffin, thanks.
I don't do new year's resolutions. What's the point? Setting restrictions on yourself that make you just want to reach for the bottle or the cake more than you would have done normally. Set goals for yourself that are often massively unrealistic and only set you up for a fall and a 70 quid … Continue reading Style over substance (s)
Developing a taste for gin and reading before bed. #nanlife
A reflection, some improvements and a little shout out #teamguard Happy New Year.