I seriously need to sort out my finances. My New Year hangover was less 'oh, god, my head' and more 'oh god, my bank balance', and the really frustrating thing is that this situation was entirely avoidable. I am not rich, particularly by London standards, but my salary should be enough for me to get… Continue reading All day long I’d biddy biddy bum, if I were a wealthy (wo)man
Meet the parents. 3 small words, a shitload (literally) of anxiety. I'm not talking about his parents. His parents were fine. I jumped in head first by meeting them for the first time in August. By going on holiday with them. For a week. Oh and there was a language barrier. But somehow I didn't… Continue reading Meet. The. Parents.
My blog passed a milestone this week- I hit my first 1000 views. I realised it was in sight a few weeks ago so worked to hit the 1000 mark by my 20th blog post, and I did- woohoo, pass me the spiced rum! Never mind that some of those views will be me double… Continue reading …And Penny will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative blog post
I'm a introvert. This statement has recently been met with snorts of derision and 'err, no you're not!'. Well....yuh huh! It seems that introversion is often conflated with being shy/quiet, something which, in most circumstances, I'm not. I can seem a little withdrawn when I'm around lots of new people, but for the most part,… Continue reading I am what I am, and what I am…is an introvert
I treated myself to a book called 'Lists I don't need to make but I will' the other day, after about an hour of gazing at stationery and journal porn in Paperchase. I love lists, so this book full of random list titles like 'My favourite condiments' and 'My most awkward moments' hit all the… Continue reading If I ruled the world..
When I was about 22, I wrote a list of 30 things I wanted to do before I was 30. Some were big things, involving lots of time and hard work (see 'write a play'), others were small and very achievable (see 'watch It's a Wonderful Life'). My priorities have changed over time, and some… Continue reading Why can’t you stay 29 – hell, you still feel like you’re 22
Ah, Sondheim, you always know exactly what to say. I was assigned the song 'I Read' from Passion in my second year of drama school, and whilst I never quite mastered the rhythms, my word did I fall in love with the lyrics. Fosca sings about how she uses books as escapism from her miserable… Continue reading I read to live, to get away from life