A little while ago, I wrote about how I'd been stripped of my 'young person' title and thrown into the depths of adulthood as I'd outgrown the eligibility for a 16-25 railcard. (You can read my blog post here - Crappy Birthday) In my new identity as 'person', I've had to give up sleeping in,… Continue reading Off the rails
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That time I (almost) hung out with the Doves
My friend runs a market stall outside the post office in Chorlton. Every so often I pop down and help him out - usually by trying on all the sunglasses or buying stock from other people's stalls (mostly Plant Pot Pete whose impressive array of plants is feeding my cactus obsession). When he's not delboy,… Continue reading That time I (almost) hung out with the Doves
Grab your coat, you’ve pulled (it over your head and got stuck)
Apart from that time my friend fell over the kerb on a night out and dragged me down with her, my favourite part of my mid-twenties has to be the sudden and unexpected fashion crisis that's come with it. Like most 90s kids, I wanted to rock up to every jelly-themed birthday party or primary… Continue reading Grab your coat, you’ve pulled (it over your head and got stuck)
Keep Calm, we’re going to Ibiza
Nothing says 'settling into adulthood responsibilities' like packing a suitcase full of glitter and running away to Ibiza for four days. But when you're a 20 something in the midst of career and relationship chaos, any opportunity for spontaneous sunshine is welcomed with Gypsy Shrine decorated open arms (that's unicorn and mermaid inspired body glitter,… Continue reading Keep Calm, we’re going to Ibiza
Grandad’s Kitchen
My mum and I recently set up a Vintage market stall. Not only did it upgrade my fashion 'look' from "help me, I'm a 20-something on a budget and a victim of the Quarter Life Crisis" to "help me, I'm a 20-something on a budget and a victim of the Quarter Life Crisis with a ROCKABILLY QUIFF"… Continue reading Grandad’s Kitchen
Crappy Birthday
It was only the other day when a bird pooed in my hair and I didn't notice until a stranger on the bus offered to pick it out with a tissue (thank you stranger) that I realised life in my twenties isn't as glamorous as I imagined it would be. To add to the chaos,… Continue reading Crappy Birthday
Netflix and a well deserved nap
I recently discovered that my boyfriend doesn't know the meaning of 'Netflix and Chill'. Apparently when you're a proper adult, the meaning of 'chill' goes no further than seeing how many Pringles and cookies it's acceptable to eat on a Sunday while watching endless episodes of Storage Wars - then having a well deserved nap.… Continue reading Netflix and a well deserved nap
The high school ‘what am I doing with my life?’ reunionÂ
Traditionally, a high school reunion is an opportunity to brag to your former nose-picking, homework-copying friends about how much of a successful adult you've become. "Well, as company director it's a tough life eating caviar on board my private helicopter" "Obviously, all my children learned to speak Chinese before the age of five, can… Continue reading The high school ‘what am I doing with my life?’ reunionÂ
Barca-loner
As any self-indulgent, 'soul searching' blog will tell you, a getaway break is always more liberating when you have to travel there on your own. As someone who has always valued friendships with people who live in sunnier climates, I recently made the sensible decision to book a last minute flight to Barcelona to visit… Continue reading Barca-loner
Deliciously ‘sh*t I read the recipe wrong’
If there's one piece of advice I've been given during the Quarter Life Crisis it's 'eat well and look after yourself'. Apparently, in an era of quinoa cravings and avocado addictions, there's never been a better time to embrace the fun of a health food fad (that's dairy and gluten free fun, obviously). But behind… Continue reading Deliciously ‘sh*t I read the recipe wrong’
The Life Crisis 