You know you’re an adult when a building inspires you. But you know you’re truly an adult when your list of favourite buildings include: • The Feathers Hotel in Ludlow (totally haunted) *sleeps with one eye open* • Sagrada Família in Barcelona - for no other reason than my mate lives directly opposite and THIS... Continue Reading →
You know you’re an adult in 2026 when it’s been the longest January ever, it’s still winter and The Traitors season 4 is over. Me: I will not let murder, betrayal and lies dictate my life Also me: *buys The Traitors board game* That’s right, you know you’re truly an adult in 2026 when you... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when you take a trip to London. But you know you're truly an adult when you still get excited at the prospect of going to the big city. https://youtu.be/41XXQsY3Vic?feature=shared First up was getting the train, which comes with all the anxiety that everything will go horribly wrong. Losing my ticket.... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when you start making healthy choices. But you know you're truly an adult when your healthy choices (drumroll please) pay off. Wahey! (Oh no, does this mean I have to create a Tik-Tok account where I arrogantly impose my healthy choices upon other people so they too can lead a... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when someone asks 'when are you having children?' But you know you're truly an adult when you reply to this question by … signing up to a bunch of Burlesque classes in an act of female rebellion. Me: I'm a dignified member of societyAlso me: How do I join the... Continue Reading →
You know you’re an adult when therapy becomes your number one hobby. But you know you’re truly an adult when these therapy sessions unearth generational trauma and a pattern of unhealthy relationships that aren’t doing your life any favours. Me: reckon I have my sh*t together 80% of the time The other 20%: FFS I’m... Continue Reading →
SOUND UP! A visual poem by Viola Fox When she's oh so sad, her circus comes to town, She longs to be a pin-up, she feels like a clown, For the prize of rotten candy, she gambles her worth, In her hall of mirrors, she sees a little girl, Join her on her carousel, the... Continue Reading →
It was only the other day when I attended a Burlesque class in the centre of Manchester, I realised that any hobby which doesn't conform to societal standards is suddenly wildly appealing to me. Society: You're 32? Your hobbies are now M&S, complaining loudly in the garden centre, baby showers and repeatedly asking the physio... Continue Reading →
You know you're in your 30s when you reach new levels of not giving a sh*t. But you know you're truly in your 30s when being unapolotegically yourself is the key to happiness. Turns out, it's not algebra like school taught us it was. Once upon a time (thanks to the Daily Mail), being a... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when the highlight of your week is going to the dentist. But you know you're truly an adult when you book your dentist appointment slap bang in the middle of the working day because you'd rather have your teeth pulled at than attend another pointless meeting. If, like me, you've... Continue Reading →
The Life Crisis 