Last week was unofficially ‘Honest Instagram Week’, following from my blog post about Instagram Envy. I wasn’t actually going to do it but Charlotte was rather enthusiastic, so how could I say no? :)

The idea was to be more honest about my life, so people don’t think I’m constantly eating in nice restaurants and going to parties. As it turns out, I only managed to take 5 photos. Being honest is hard, y’all. (more…)

I’ve read a few articles about Instagram Envy recently, and the concept amuses me greatly.

The idea that people are comparing their lives to the ones presented to them in their various social media feeds isn’t surprising, but personally, I take everything with a pinch of salt. Yes, I’m bombarded by pictures of beautiful weddings, cute babies doing cute things and lots of tipsy selfies in fancy bars, but I know deep down that these things are not occurring every single day. No-one posts pictures of their child screaming bloody murder in a restaurant, or takes a tear-stained selfie the the day before their wedding when the flowers haven’t arrived. No-one captures the memory of when they left their purse in the taxi with an artistically-filtered photograph. (more…)

As I grow older, I’m realising the importance of hobbies. I just read this article about woman whose therapist scolded her for not setting aside any relaxation time for herself, so she took up sewing, with mixed results.

If I had a therapist (Which I probably should, to be honest) he or she would probably have said the same thing to me. For years my time spent away from work consisted of watching TV, wandering around shops and eating.

I mean, that’s not to say I haven’t tried. This year I wrote a novel. A whole book – over 70 thousand words – from start to finish in around four months. I edited three drafts. It’s terrible. Like, plot-holes-so-big-they-could-swallow-the-solar-system terrible. I even sent it to some agents, with (unsurprisingly) no success. That’s when I gave up. Well, got bored I suppose. It’s still there, printed out on thousands of sheets of paper in a nice ring binder under my coffee table, waiting for that one last attempt to make it brilliant. One for my new year’s resolutions list, perhaps?

My problem was that I just couldn’t get away from the mindset that I need to be the best at something, or make some money out of it, otherwise what’s the point? I don’t know where this bizarre thought process came from, but it sucks, and I’m slowly learning to discard it. (more…)

This week I have taken two days off work so I can spend a long weekend back home in Suffolk. I plan on doing lots of walking in the countryside, sitting in pubs and playing games, of both the board and Playstation variety. It’s a much needed break after a rather crazy couple of months where I seem to have done at least two exciting things every week! I thought I’d post my photos of the highlights here, so enjoy… (more…)

It’s that time of year again. Mid-November is officially Christmas Advert Time.

I don’t own a TV, but that doesn’t really matter any more. John Lewis’s latest Christmas was promoted on YouTube and had the crap Tweeted out of it before anyone had even had the chance to officially announce the start of Christmas following the standard witnessing of the Coca Cola Trucks.

So, now that the glorious sound of ‘holidays are coming’ has been usurped by twee animated creatures and acoustic cover songs, I feel I should don my advertising hat and finally watch the damn thing, along with all the others, including the Sainsbury’s one everyone is sobbing over. (more…)

So, Katie Price named her new baby ‘Bunny’. Good for her. It’s her child, she can call her whatever she wants. That’s one of the many joys of being a parent, I imagine. Of course, people are making uninspiring jokes about bunnies of the Playboy and vibrating variety (delightful references to Katie’s early career choices) but is the name really any worse than any of the other obscure names given to celebrities’ children?

Everyone made a fuss when the Beckhams announced their firstborn son would be named Brooklyn, but that seems almost normal now. ‘Place’ names are so early-00s, don’t you know? It’s all about fruit, colours and compass directions nowadays.

Names are important, though. Like it or not, they influence your life – it’s a fact. And even more so now, in a world where parents can search for unusual baby names based on whether or not the .com domain is still available. No-one wants a boring name, so is it really a big deal if a random celebrity decides to name their child Bunny or Princess or Buddy Bear? There are people in America with names like Hashtag and Yoga, so let’s leave off poor Katie, yeah? (more…)

Lauren Laverne posted this article over the weekend titled “Time to Make Emotional Abuse a Crime”, following news that a new domestic abuse law could criminalise perpetrators of psychological and emotional abuse, as well as physical abuse.

The description she gives of her own emotional abuse was particularly resonant for me:

“…it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick…Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row…”


This week was my birthday (21 again!) and to celebrate my friend took me to the British Library’s latest exhibition – Comics Unmasked.

Here’s the description from the British Library website:

Comics Unmasked is the UK’s largest ever exhibition of mainstream and underground comics, showcasing works that uncompromisingly address politics, gender, violence, sexuality and altered states. It explores the full anarchic range of the medium with works that challenge categorisation, preconceptions and the status quo, alongside original scripts, preparatory sketches and final artwork that demystify the creative process.

Enter the subversive and revelatory world of comics, from the earliest pioneers to today’s digital innovators.