My Tits Don’t Have A Purpose. And That’s Just Fine By Me.

Aren’t tits a crashing bore? As I look down at my own, in the knowledge that they’ve received far more attention from other people than I will ever give them, I can safely say that I’m completely and totally perplexed. All the names that we give them are far and away more exciting than the… Read More My Tits Don’t Have A Purpose. And That’s Just Fine By Me.

Just because you’re told something over and over, you don’t have to believe it to be true…

Today a friend of mine posted this article on Facebook. I usually love a little list: Nineteen Things You’ll Only See in West London was today’s favourite (you’re welcome). And I don’t mind admitting that this list made me do the ‘eyes-raised-to-heaven-eyeliner-saver-thing’ (you have been warned). The piece on Facebook today, however, was supposed to… Read More Just because you’re told something over and over, you don’t have to believe it to be true…

I see Paris, I see France, I can see your underpants…

I’m not what you would call an ‘Earth Mother’. Unless in the last five years someone has developed an ingenious technique for applying liquid eyeliner and breastfeeding at the same time, then there is little or no chance of me whipping out my Mirena anytime soon. That’s not to say that I don’t like children.… Read More I see Paris, I see France, I can see your underpants…