The Midult Now I'm in my mid 20s, inflatable climbing walls and slides that make you scream are just childhood memories. No, now it's all, oh..... inflatable climbing walls and slides that make you scream. Thanks to the UK's first indoor inflatable theme park, it's now acceptable to chill in a ball pool on a... Continue Reading →
As someone who prides themselves on their organisation skills, I'm currently hiding behind perfectly arranged, colour coordinated cushions in embarrassment - I've double booked my friends and now I have to break the bad news. Before my Quarter Life Crisis, sticking to a plan was as simple as, well, sticking to a plan. Now adulthood... Continue Reading →
I came home the other day to discover that my boyfriend had bought us a pie. In normal circumstances, I would SHOVE MY FACE STRAIGHT INTO THE PIE and go back for seconds, obviously. But this occasion was different... My boyfriend's choice - Steak and Stilton - was wasted on me. My Dad is allergic to... Continue Reading →
Betches As many Quarter Life Crisis survivors will tell you, your adulthood can often be spent in and out of (rather awkward) job interviews. Some people are forced into job-hopping thanks to rolling temporary contracts, fixed-term contracts or zero hour employment, while others are experimenting with their dreams..... #GOALS Evening Standard Before I found myself... Continue Reading →
If there's one thing I've learned in my 20s - it's that adulthood will put you in the shit, literally. Thanks to comedian Luisa Omielan, tackling life's shit is easier when you're using Beyoncé's music as your life soundtrack. Luisa's show 'What Would Beyonce do?' opens with the story of her moving back home at... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 Life Crisis 