Category: Change

A truthful account of the first time I used a cup. “Don’t panic,” I said to myself. “There’s nothing to panic about.” It was just a 6 cm silicone cup trapped all up in my lady parts. I was lucky this had been a trial run. I had decided to try a menstrual cup after […]

Curious about cupping? Let this idiot be your guide. I‘ve long been outspoken on periods and how they are viewed and treated within society. I’m baffled by the fact we have to pay for sanitary products when it’s part of our biology. To add insult to injury these products are then taxed as a luxury. […]

The future looks more like the past than the past did. When I was a kid, I thought that in 2005 I would have those self lacing hi-tops from Back to the Future and be living in a Jetsons style apartment in space. The technological advancements have been amazing. Even if I do seem remarkably underwhelmed a […]

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 […]

I clearly do not like being told what to do A paramilitary tried to train me for a cross country run once. I thought running with someone else would be fun. Wrong. The clue was in the fact he was paramilitary. As a result, he thought barking at me to run faster, run backwards, slow […]

Things work always work out in the end. Even gastroenteritis. All it took was one bite of the egg. I heaved up the banana milkshake quicker than I’d drunk it. Then whatever else was left of the Tonsai devil burger I had at the start of my journey. That’s what I get for eating a burger at […]

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 […]