Inspired by Britney Spears: what happens when it gets toxic.

Baby, give me it You’re dangerous I’m loving it Too high Can’t come down Losin’ my head Spinnin’ ’round and … More

Coming Clean.

I have something to confess to you all. There is a dress at the bottom of my washing basket that … More

This Valentine’s Day, I choose me.   

As I write this, it’s Sunday and I’m in a strange place. It feels familiar – but like I might … More

Boob sweat, bum imprints and surviving the British heatwave.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of sun. Or rather, I love that it’s not rain. Rain gets … More

Learning lines and learning limits.

It’s Sunday evening on a bank holiday and I’m horizontal on the sofa – or as horizontal as I can … More

Looking backwards, then looking forwards, both hopefully without walking into a lamp post.

Happy New Year you sexy beasts! Today I started the year as I mean to go on; with a bowl … More

What I’ve learned about money, self-worth and happiness when you’re chasing a dream.

In the same way I’m open about my boobs because they’re small I’m open about my bank balance because it’s … More

Oops, I’ve gone off alcohol.

Once upon a time (a very, very brief period of time) I had a lifestyle that could possibly be interpreted as “cool”… that is … More

The abnormal cell block tango.

Recently I reached a point of very low, winter morale. You’ll know the one. The kind of suffocating, plunging mood, … More

Books for a duvet day.

The last time I wrote about my favourite books, it was that day in May when it was forty degrees, … More