Category: Acceptance

When you’re in times of trouble, document your rage online. Daniel was tired. I was tired. The customer service call was just going round and round in circles. He kept telling me there was nothing he could do. My claim had been rejected. I calmly repeated that by law I was entitled to that refund. The […]

Why have some people got their panties in a bunch about loving Pokemon Go? As a Pokemon fan from way back, nothing has made me happier than the chance to update my pokedex, get out there and meet other like minded nerds. We’re adorable. Think of us like asexual doggers, wandering around parks and scenic routes,looking for invisible […]

Goodbye Europe. I always loved being inside you. Since Thursday’s vote I’ve been a whirlwind of emotions. Mainly disbelief and embarrassment. I didn’t vote for Cameron and can’t say I’m sorry to see him go. But I was able to put my personal feelings aside to vote for something I believed in. A unified Europe. Unlike […]

I think I am 95% desensitised to penis. When I was younger and I used to worry that my enjoyment of uber violent films meant that I could find myself in a Die Hard style scenario, and would simply sellotape a pen knife to my back and throw myself into the mix without batting an eyelid. It was […]

The only person you can change is yourself Einstein once said that the definition of madness was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. You can fall into unhealthy patterns with certain people. I always thought if I tried harder, compromised and practiced patience, things would improve. But people show you […]

Colonic irrigation is about as fancy as it sounds. The room was small, incense burned, a jazzy tune played, but the roar of the ocean could still be heard in the background. I stared hard at the long wooden plank leading to the toilet in the middle of the room. Above it, a bucket filled with […]

Have passport, will travel. It’s 7am and I have a yoga class in an hour. I woke up because of the sea. Living in London, I’ve never had the luxury of waking up to anything other than the sound of urban foxes shagging. Mexico City wasn’t much better. Although sirens were often interspliced with drunken […]