Category: Expectations

Women who sleep with my boyfriend, then have the cheek to comment on my sexual history will be verbally decimated. There is nothing that will get a woman more angry than finding out she’s being cheated on. Oh wait, how about his side chick calling her promiscuous. “He thought that because you’ve slept with so many more […]

Liking the same breakfast cereal isn’t compatibility Every now and then I see a profile on Tinder that perfectly matches mine. It mirrors my likes and dislikes, and line for line appears to be  directly responding to my own profile. It’s uncanny. A smile will spread across my face and I will think to myself ” Did […]

The hunt for digs is on. What fresh hell will I discover this time round. I hate flat hunting. It’s a reminder that you can put a price on freedom and it’s somewhere between  £600 and £800 pcm. It’s a small price to pay for sanity I suppose. That’s only if this group of flatmates doesn’t drive me […]

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 […]

Unemployment, my old friend… I think that my job search has managed to go from bad to worse, today being the biggest disappointment since finding out Ben Kingsley wasn’t (and then was) Indian. It was a confusing childhood rife with misinformation. I blame Gandhi myself. I went for a job today, expecting to sell myself […]

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 […]