Category: Humour

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 […]

Clubs are playgrounds for adults? No, PLAYGROUNDS are playgrounds for adults. The most fun I’ve had in ages was an alcohol free romp in a children’s playground. I love this kind of fun. It’s free. Why am I not constantly running around screaming loudly whilst being chased by my adult friends? Maybe because embracing your inner child in […]

The battle for most practical panties seems to be on. Gone are the days of pants simply hiding your shame and offering a paltry barrier to the cold. Now they actually DO stuff. In the Red Corner… For those of you who haven’t been exposed to the viral advertising campaign infecting Facebook feeds, THINX are a […]

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 […]

Being single comes with unique characteristics “Are you single?” In the right context, it’s a promising question. It was half term Friday. I was mid-ludicrous story and being loud and drunk, when a relative stranger inquired into my relationship status. All it took were these four words to turn that my smile into my ‘I wish I could stab […]

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 […]

Just keep on walking buddy, you’re not getting another run at this. Every now and then a guy will resurface on my whatsapp, or chat, that I’d completely forgotten about. You know ‘dem ones.’ The mandatory maintenance text that outwardly says ‘sup’ but means ‘I haven’t forgot you. We could still hook up.’ The situationship. […]