As we get to the end of February and realise we're only a month away from being one quarter of the way through the year our new found motivation to make better choices and to dive into new adventures is probably fading away as quickly as the smell of Christmas trees and the confetti from our NYE bashes. Like a January 1st hang over, the after taste of our short lived hopes is unpleasant and unwelcome.
I'm not much of a fan of Summer (as you can probably tell by my lack of a tan) unless a snowman named Olaf is singing about it through my car speakers with the air con on full blast. But every now and then, when everything calms down and I realise I have nowhere to be and no one waiting for me anywhere, I don't mind a few hours laying in sun by myself and a book. Read More
I think we can all admit that time is a scary and cruel mistress. I swear it was only last week that I was playing hide and seek in the bottom field of my primary school. It was only last Friday that I was navigating high school and on Saturday morning I was deciding whether I should study French or German. On Sunday I was 17 and drinking Fosters beer because it's all I could afford, right? Read More
I'm fittingly, given the pattern of this top, listening to the Hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy radio show while I write this. If I had my way I'd be hanging out with Arthur, Ford and Zaphod plotting our escape from Vogon's, but alas I'm taking a short coffee break at work to type this up - something Zaphod would never put up with. Read More