The ghost of (almost) lovers past

Wow! Ain’t nothing makes you feel a million dollars, like an ex-almost-lover from some years ago, getting in touch out of the blue to suss out the sex sitch. Amaright!? *offers hands up for a double high-five*. I’m right, aren’t I? Yeeeeaaah, not so much. I know I’ve been oozing positive vibes an’ all that, […]

Reasons why I don’t have kids #10

I never met a man I looked at and thought “I have such a huge, aching love for you inside me that the only way possible to illustrate the strength of that is to have your baby.  I want your baby, I love you that much.” And that’s kind of how I imagined you would know you were […]

So, about those pen*ses

OR: The lengths men will go to (eerr herm) These days it appears that sending a photograph of your penis by mobile, to a woman you’re trying to woo, is more than common place (if you are a man of course, and have one to photograph).  And that if, as a single woman, you don’t […]

and then….

you wouldn’t believe it, but this crazed dog, chasing a chicken (a CHICKEN, weird I know, where the hell did a chicken come from in the middle of Barcelona), crashed through the middle of the dance, knocking over several people in the middle of a passionate tango and one woman fell backwards into some drapes […]

OK, all joking aside

First serious post.  Feels weird. It’s never a nice thing to see someone you care about so sad and so repentant and unable to fix the pain in their heart.  I know I know, it was great getting gifts and joking about when the boredom would set in, yada yada yada.  And this was all, […]

Sundays, the best day of the week

When I’m not in the gym first thing Sunday morning, bench pressing 20 kilos (!!), I like to relax with a nice, lllooooong lie-in.  So long sometimes it can even last until Monday when I have to go to work.  So technically, this ceases to be a lie-in and is indeed, ‘bedridden’. Sunday lie-ins are marvellous and one […]

French women DO get fat – hurrah!! (it says so in the Guardian)

So, you know the image of the perfect French woman, all chic and slim and cool and chic and slim and cool and stuff…… multiply it by infinity and add a dash of dismissive arrogance, then you’ve got my pre-conceived idea of a typical Parisienne.  And so the thought of going to a city full of these Stepford standard automatons […]