Like many of my friends, I spent most of my childhood pretending to be an adult. From fake marriages in the playground to building the perfect house on the Sims, growing up in the 90s saw crop tops, tamagotchi's, transfer tattoos, platform Skechers and more make-up than the Spice Girls put together as my vital… Continue reading Adulthood is coming, so is the Vengabus
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Nana’s last words: “pay the bar bill on your way out”
My Nana’s love for a drink has been the centre of our family entertainment for years. From cracking open the Sherry at 11am to tipsy mother-in-law antics, family get togethers where my Nana and the bar were concerned were filled with quick wit, toe curling inappropriateness and a lot of apologies to handsome foreign waiters.… Continue reading Nana’s last words: “pay the bar bill on your way out”
The Life Crisis 