Why I don’t believe in dieting

Is there anything that touches more of a nerve within a group of women than the discussion of weight? What about this simple phrase: “I don’t believe in dieting”? Spoken out loud during lunch in January feels like lobbing a grande, or like announcing you don’t believe in gravity. But after years of painful dieting, … Continue reading Why I don’t believe in dieting


Why I Cycle

As the temperature dropped to almost zero today, and the wind clawed my face as I ground my way uphill, I couldn't help but think to myself 'why the fuck do I do this?' Why do I cycle? Why do I cycle in a city with a miserable climate, which sometimes seems hostile to the … Continue reading Why I Cycle

Take a walk on the quiet side 

Sometimes you get this feeling, like you just need to leave. To run away, pack a small bag and go anywhere. Out into the country or over the sea. Anywhere you'd see a different sunset, anywhere no one would know your name. Anywhere you could be someone new.  And then you have one of those … Continue reading Take a walk on the quiet side 

The beauty of a harebrained scheme

Travel has become so much easier now that we have all this technology. Everywhere has wifi, you can use your data for free abroad, Google maps will navigate you around any foreign city without you even having to look up from your phone. It's so simple. And yes, having that technology is great. But you … Continue reading The beauty of a harebrained scheme

A guide to surviving your mid-Twenties

A very long time ago (five whole entire years) I graduated from university on my 21st birthday. It was a momentous occasion. I thought I knew everything there was to know because I'd studied philosophy and answered difficult questions about the universe. I thought I knew loss. I thought I knew what life was going … Continue reading A guide to surviving your mid-Twenties

It’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message

I bought a lovely yellow blouse recently and the first time I wore it several colleagues told me it looked nice.  I told them it was from Zara, and they all remarked how much they loved Zara.  "I never normally go in," I shrugged, "But yeah it's great."  They couldn't believe it - Zara is the … Continue reading It’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message

Divine Decadence, Darling

I'm not sure when my love affair with nail polish began.  Maybe it was watching Sally Bowles' glittering talons in Cabaret, decadent even in the poverty and deprivation of Berlin in the 30s.  Or maybe it was because painted nails were banned at school, and there's always frisson in the forbidden.  Regardless, for me nail polish was … Continue reading Divine Decadence, Darling