“I have a surprise for you.” “Ooh what is it?” “It’s something we can do together…but I’m not sure you’re going to like it.” “Oh…It’s not a photoshoot is it?” [Quietly] “Yes.” Some people are naturals in front of the camera, instinctively knowing how to angle their features to catch the light, or move their limbs into…
Category: Off road
Put down the paddle
Christie’s Auction House, an establishment where vast amounts of wealth have been exchanged for collectible antiques, art, watches, manuscripts and wine since the mid-eighteenth century. It’s not a place I ever thought I’d visit, given the fact I can’t even afford to shop at Waitrose. I took a seat in the third row back, sitting on…
Congrats on the new gig!
So this week, I made a rather large faux pas when it comes to work. This mishap was definitely worse than my previous blunders featured here. I blame LinkedIn entirely… For the past five years, I’ve been helping proofread international Master students’ dissertations over the summer months. It’s something I enjoy doing, and allows me to learn…
A twist
So my last post was an honest and dire account of How to Pitch an Article (if you never want to be published). Ouch. However, it’s a new day and I’m delighted to say that my post is now featured on the Huffington Post website! It’s my first ever publication and you can read it here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/all-the-single-ladies_us_578e6d67e4b004b4c9a37e20 Catchy URL I know. Before…
How to pitch an article (if you never want to be published)
Last week, I published this post named ‘All the Single Ladies,’ and after some encouragement, sent it to The Huffington Post for review. Unfortunately, I was a bit over-excited when I wrote to them and condensed all my words to sound more ‘hip’. I totally ‘name dropped’ without actually name dropping in an attempt to validate my work,…
All the Single Ladies…
I’m filling out a form, and one question asks for my marital status. I’ve been with Tom for almost a decade, but we’re not engaged, or married. So I tick ‘single’. It gets me thinking – why isn’t there isn’t an obvious in-between phase for couples? Why must it go from official coupledom on Facebook to putting a…
Hit and run in Richmond Park
It was an unusual assembly. Our headteacher Mr Bugg was a man of few words, and as we sat cross-legged on the floor, he slowly made his way to the wooden lectern. Turning his head slightly, he revealed the contents of his right hand. A single egg. He held it in the air for us all to see. Then…
Don’t Stop Me Now
It started well enough – the three of us on stage, ready to fulfil the cliché and sing our way to becoming school legends. I feel al-ah-ah-ah-ive! Heads snapped upwards, arms shuddering up in true Freddie fashion. Why didn’t I borrow the caretaker’s hoover? It’s too late now. Time to surprise them with our range:…
Babysitting
Sometimes I think I’m in a relationship with a 12 year old boy. I went to a music shop earlier to get my old trumpet fixed up, and I caught him sniggering as I chatted to the assistant. “What’s that called?” he asked, pointing at the tip of the horn. “The bell…” “And it’s at…
The sports massage
I don’t make a habit of talking to strangers, especially in hot tubs. But this chance meeting turned out to be a happy, albeit a little creepy, coincidence: I had met a sports massage tutor and was invited along with the promise of a free treatment. I was dubious, but then I do like free…
Ferns and forest 