• Rantagram


    Last week I had a couple of rather unsavoury experiences that have really got me thinking. Common sense tells me it’s always wise to let the dust settle before broaching a topic that’s really touched a nerve, but I’m getting this one out now because I really dislike the festering feeling I’ve been left with. I’m not going to go into any massive details, not least because it’s fairly niche and not hugely interesting to others, but twice last week I got the sharp end of a few tongues for ‘being judgemental’. And it really, really fucked me off. Now, this is not a personal whinge about what others think…

  • Reality Bites

    The Blog Killer

    I’ve come to a conclusion. It may or may not be correct, but I’m going to share my theory and see whereabouts it lands on the close-to-home barometer. A lot of blogs are pretty shit. There’s no getting away from that fact, sorry. Mine is probably shit too, but I’m OK with that. Yes, before you start, I know this very much depends on what your definition of shit actually is. It may be writing style, it may be subject matter, it may be its level of popularity (or lack of). It might even be visual layout. Some of the most well-subscribed and followed blogs out there are, in my…

  • Rantagram


    Sometimes I forget that in this world, competition is now the norm. It’s hard not to let it take over at times, especially when you’re starting something new. It’s so easy to compare your efforts to another’s and get angry or disappointed with yourself as a result. But we shouldn’t do that, and here’s why. More often than I’d like now, I come across people who thrive off competition. Those who need to be winners at everything they do – be the best, fuck the rest types. Loud and proud, large and in charge. You know what though? Those guys are dicks. I’ve never been a competitive type, at least…

  • Reality Bites


    One of the seven deadly sins and generally not something I’ve ever really been afflicted with before, vanity is a dirty word. Well, it used to be. Somewhat embarrassingly, I’ve realised that I’m slowly becoming a victim of vanity. I’m getting older, and while I’m not exactly ready for the scrapheap just yet, I’m feeling it. What’s worse, I’m seeing it – even if no one else is. I don’t know how bad I’m supposed to feel about this though. In a world of daily selfies, vlogs and the art of immaculate presentation, is vanity not just par for the course? Never was I one of the girls who gave…

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