Where has all my sexy skin gone? This is the first thought that hit me with an astounding bang on Sunday morning as I ventured to the bathroom in my attempt to unglue my eyes and shake off the vicious swordsman slicing up my head. There is no bigger shock[…]

My ponderings recently have led me to think about the plethora of unthinkably stupid questions I get asked as I try to go about my life. Here are a few of the choicest, handpicked for your entertainment. Why aren’t you married? Because, asshole, I have not yet met a person[…]

I am 33 years old. ‘Thirty three??’ I hear you say ‘but you look like you’ve been kissed by the eternal fountain of youth and you have the maturity of a 12 year old’ (Ok I made the first part up to make myself feel better. People don’t say that).[…]

As I sit here in my freezing cold office at my gloomy desk in the morgue (my nickname for this shithole) I decided to write my next entry. What else is there to do right? Saturday night with the bestie was appalling and amazing all in one go. The night[…]

Nicole and I decided to co-write a blog and why not? given we have shared so much of our lives together over the last ahem 31 years – immediate thoughts prior to writing this sentence is fuck are we this old already and how have we survived this far. So[…]

So I’m writing a blog, well co-writing a blog. I’m going to immediately caveat this by saying that I am approaching this the same way I approach life in general… without a clue. I’d imagine that some entries will be light-hearted and mildly entertaining with a touch of self-deprecation, others[…]