I’ve had enough! Scrolling through Instagram with all it’s perfect families in perfect houses with perfect bodies. There is a photo of a slim twenty-something looking ever-so-pleased with herself. There she is with her perfect body, face made up, wearing clothes from a store that probably doesn’t go up to my size. Wow! She looks great! Good for her. Hang on! Back. The. Fuck. Up. #bodypositivity  WHAT? Oooh no! You DO NOT get to do that. Do not jump on MY bandwagon. Now, I have no doubt that slim people have confidence issues and I am not undermining that BUT as Cora Harrington Tweeted YouRead More →

Like a trench, a biker is a timeless and ever-current garment. However, it’s viewed by many women as a wardrobe staple, but by others as an edgy and controversial piece of clothing. But why is this? Unfortunately, there’s a common misconception that a biker jacket should only be worn by younger women. But a biker can be worn with style at any age – it’s not something that should be discarded just because you’re no longer 30. So, before you write off your biker jacket, or if you’ve been considering investing in one – Belstaff have some amazing bikers – here’s how to wear aRead More →

#alternative gifts #mothersday

In case it has escaped your notice Mother’s Day is fast approaching. As usual I have left this guide until the last minute…unless you’re reading this after 11th March 2018 in which case I’m early – you’re welcome! I decided to create a list of things other than personalised tea towels, teapots and books because, well, I don’t want tea towels, teapots or books and I’m sure I’m not alone. What I would REALLY like is a night out on the tiles and a day off to suffer a hangover in peace but that isn’t going to happen so without further ado feast your eyesRead More →

So ladies, the Jade Goody effect has worn off and less eligible ladies are having their smear. This is frankly ridiculous. I won’t lecture you. You know what could happen. You could ultimately die from something that could be prevented. If your smear is due, book an appointment, go and see the nice nurse, whip your knickers off, lie back and think of England. But before you do let me regale you with a tale of one of my smears: Let me set the scene, this was pre-children, pre-losing my dignity – these days I’d whip my knickers off and let the Tesco delivery manRead More →