I left my bed

More than one person in my life is going through the midlife crisis of finishing something. It doesn't seem to matter what it is, as long as they do it. I guess it definitely depends if you are a journey person, or a destination person... My logic is and has always been, is if something isn't making you happy, don't bother. Its obviously not as black as white as that and everyone has up and down days. But seriously. People bust their ass for promotions, climbing the corporate ladder and the like, for what? If they hate their job, why are they doing it? Some people are into discipline, routine. Some people have satisfaction in not giving up and seeing things through, but is that really helping or harming them? Depending on how you see it, it could be either. For me, i have never gone further than a sales assistant in a job. I've been given more responsibility than a sales assistant usually would but as far as title goes, nada. I've never been interested in being a m

After the past 3 months of trying to find a part time job to keep me afloat in London, i've fucking thrown in the towel. ... Just kidding. But i am back for 2 months. I went bounding there, so full of promise that after my redundancy, i would be able to bounce back and find a job in no time. It's London right, with all of the jobs?! Wrong. London is about as organised as i am. If you know me, it's not great news. In fact i was surprised to learn that Hereford might genuinely be more on course. I understand there are less population, less power, generally less of everything... but come on London, pull yourself together! I have jumped through all kinds of hoops, security and otherwise to try and secure myself something to pay my rent whilst i continue to write, and to not much avail. Just a lot of waiting. Its nearing the point where i will be able to move in with a certain special someone and so now, i have taken a step back to save, re-group, sublet my room in Lond

After arriving a little early, my boyfriend James and I pottered outside until it was about time to go in. We cautiously wondered down the stairs into a dark basement with thumping music. You would have never have guessed what was leading down the stairs from the simple sign outside. The atmosphere was electric. Everyone’s chats sounded like hums over the music and it was packed. We were seated to our table immediately where the manager greeted us and made us feel really welcome. With not much in the way of light, there were scattered candles everywhere and some main lights hovering over the bar, which the bar men swung every time a good song came on! We had a mug of popcorn and some water in between us on our table before we had our first order. Mine was a vanilla spring punch and James had a smoking barrel. My cocktail tasted amazing. The perfect amount of sour and sweet. I’m a big lover of sour and it really hit the spot. It is a vodka based cocktail with vanilla syrup. Ja

This beautiful Victorian stucco building, located on exhibition road has a background just as strong as it looks. Intended for use as a gentleman's club in the 1940's, the building quickly became the seat of the Polish Government in Exile during and after the second world war. It also housed relief society for Poles who sent parcels to Polish prisoners of war and refugees around the world. Inside is just as mesmerising, with high, decorative ceilings and big beautiful beams. I knew the food had to look this good too. My boyfriend James and i were greeted immediately and had both of our coats taken to put in the cloakroom. We walked into this stunning candle lit room and we were seated. After being given a choice of a variety of breads, we took our first drinks order. Keeping in theme with the Polish restaurant, we both opted for a vodka martini with a twist. The manager Jasiu came over and introduced himself. He was lovely. He had a warm smile and a cheeky glint in his

The sexology exhibition is the first uk exhibition to bring together the pioneers of sexology. Spanning 150 years of sex research.  It is on until September at the Wellcome Collection with talks through out the year and is something i've wanted to sink my teeth into for a while. We arrived and immediately sat down for 2 cakes and a cup of tea. Jammy and i had an appetite for chocolate and learning. Upon entry, (no pun intended), i realised the exhibition had wasted no time getting right into it, when approaching our 3rd window, we came to discover what i thought were torture items were infact old fashioned sex toys. I'm going to go out here on a limb guys and say, i didn't know they even had sex toys back then. They were big, wooden and not something you would probably want to put up yourself. They weren't even in an inviting colour, like marshmallow pink. The second cool thing I loved were little fruit clams with sex figurines inside them. Yes, you read that righ

Many posts a go, I claimed to try and get healthier for 2015. I have lost more than a stone since I left Hereford. Through no form of dieting (gross), just through eating less and moving more. Now, I have started trying to feed myself through a medium that isn't a microwave or James cooking for me. Im not a vegetarian but i am a big lover of veggy dishes and accidentally came up with this concoction myself. I think its pretty good. 1/4 butternut squash half a brocolli head 25g of feta splash of balsamic vinegar grind of pepper I steamed the brocolli first. If you chop the butternut squash up properly without the peel, like i didn't do, i imagine you could do them together. I then balsamic vingered the brocolli up - well good and left the BNsquash plain. I mixed it all up in a bowl and grinded some pepper on it then crumbled the feta on top. It took me about 10 minutes to make and took me about 2 minutes to eat it. I know some of my nearest and dearest are

My friend Jake had told me about this evening which i hadn't heard about before (Hardly a surprise, i'm not that hip) and i was super excited about it. It was 2 of my favourite things. Sex and science. He did however, fail to mention the enormous "back on yourself" queue to get in, which he swore blindly wasn't there last time. It seems the whole of London was in a kinky mood, ready to learn. When we had all made it in and grouped up to plan what to do, we noticed everyone had wrist bands on that said "likes boys" or "likes girls" etc. At first I thought it was speed dating and as I came with my significant other, I declined. After reading the leaflet, I came to learn it was just a social experiment on sexual orientation. Our first port of call was the bar to get some science novelty cocktails. My boyfriend James bought me a "For your eyes" which was cloudy apple juice, elderflower and gin, strong combo. Then we made our way to the

Tough skinned, vicious, will eat you up alive if you let it, yet we are all fascinated by it. Before getting off the phone to my father, in tears, a little less than 2 months ago, I was offered the advice (or harsh reality) "to get a thicker skin". London seems to be all about this. Amongst the hustle and bustle of everyone trying to make a living wage and then some, we tread on anyone we possibly can to earn a few more pounds, to get a little more status, to fight for more success. At dinner yesterday, a good friend said to me, he would have no hesitation stamping on the people he liked to be more successful. I was confused that this was coming out of this lovely man's mouth. Is this just the London way? We have no problem hurting peoples feelings, being blunt is second nature and the ever far from candid, apologetic British way seizes to exist in this city. Much like in old people. I'm sad because deep down, I know in London you either sink or swim. For me, persona