It’s a new year. I can’t feel my toes and I am finding it increasingly difficult to stay awake. Where did afternoon naps and selection boxes go? I say we stay inside this Sunday and catch up on the latest. Here are my favourite reads from the last seven days. Grab a hot drink and tuck in.

Gingers Rocks

Lessons in Feminism

Happy Birthday Katie!

The Glastonbury seal has been broken

Stress Less

Meaningful Mornings

For When 3 Isn’t A Crowd

Singles Day?

Bowie is Gone

Getting There

The Marriage Question

One Night Stands: the rules


Ambition doesn’t have to be a mood killer

Travel Well

Goodbye Alan

Female Pop Art


British Drug Customers

Have a good one.



Sunday is here. Take it easy, wrapped in your double duvets and matching jammies and have a read of these golden nuggets from the last 7 days…

Beautiful couples from my favourite city


Love Advice From Over 60s

Illegal Drugs and Your Ovaries

If, like me, you want to be Scandinavian

Women in Film

I fancy everyone

Has Your Relationship Died a Bed Death?


Have a great week.




Completely unnerving and overwhelmingly awkward is how I would describe it, which pretty much sums up my teenage years, so I guess they’ve nailed it with this one.

When you’re faced with a title like this, you’re likely to assume that it’ll be filled with ungainly, first-time sexual encounters, one too many references made to ‘puberty’ and a bucket-load of angst. Although you would, in fact, be correct in assuming this, I can assure you that this film is actually so much worse than that.

Having not seen the trailer, the plot line was a little unexpected, if not a little shocking. But it was also really great. And confusing. Because it was sort of funny in an ‘I definitely shouldn’t be laughing at this’ sort of way, but I definitely laughed out loud a lot. As did my two companions. 

Kristen Wiig is amazing, as always, and it’s great to see her taking on a more serious role. Bel Powley, who takes on the role of protagonist Minnie, plays the part of a teenage girl in a way that no man ever could, which sounds completely ridiculous and nonsensical, but if you’re a woman, you’ll know what I mean. And as for Alexander Skarsgard, he couldn’t have been any less attractive in it if he tried. You’ll see why when you watch it.

In short, I loved it. But at a BBQ on our recent ‘am I in Spain or am I in South London?’ scorcher of a Saturday, a friend drew my attention to something I don’t love: the fact that the film has been rated as an 18. How can a film that is centred around our awkward teenage years be accessible only to the adults who have already survived them? The truth is, I don’t know, but apparently Powley is campaigning – or at least was campaigning – to have the rating lowered so that actual teenagers could watch it and feel a little less weird about their obsession with sex, not having sex and feeling older than their years. Yes, the film touches on what it’s like to have not grown into your face yet, but it also addresses some heavier issues from teenagehood. And that’s important.

Despite my minor gripe with the certification of the movie, I would still recommend that you take your girlfriends, along with a large bag of popcorn to go and see it. You’ll squirm from the comfort of your cushioned seat throughout whilst laughing uncontrollably, hoping that the people behind you aren’t judging. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions but well worth the ride.

I must warn you, however: do not, under any circumstances, take a parent. Or someone you wouldn’t want to watch a sex scene with, such as your nan. Or a work colleague.

No, seriously, trust me on that last one.



I woke up on Saturday, hangover-free. I know right.

So, feeling uncharacteristically fresh, I took a trip to The Saatchi in Sloane Square to make the most of the day. Situated right next to Duke of York Square (which has a great food market on at the moment), the gallery is set against a backdrop of hard-to-find greenery and old houses worth an absolute fortune. Inside is a completely different story. You’ll find Modern Art that is fresh, frequently a little bit naughty and you’ll end up spending hours in there despite its humble stature.

With no entrance fee, it’s worth checking out if you’re stuck for something to do on a rainy day in London.

Aside from The Met in New York, it’s my favourite gallery. I hope you like the shots from their most recent exhibitions.
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We celebrate Easter in our house as though it were Christmas. Huge roast, bubbles and board games.

This year was no different. Except for the Ouzo. That wasn’t anticipated.













This smug chap at the end is my brother. He won every game of Articulate that we played, regardless of whose team he was on. Super intelligent or just plays this game too much? You decide.


Whenever something goes wrong, I head to Hyde Park.

Whether the god-awful Winter Wonderland is on or whether it’s hot enough to take a dip in the lido, it’s the place that I go to do all of my best thinking. I’m hard pushed in central London to find places to clear my mind and, as one of the more greener settings in the capital, it really helps to escape the concrete and just… breathe.

Luckily for me, the park is walking distance from my parent’s house. Yes, I know. This means that I can just slip on a pair of boots and take a wander to my happy place at a moments notice.

This weekend, for no particular reason, Ryan and I decided to cycle to that happy place and it was as DI-VINE as always.





  Whether you’re visiting London or have lived here longer than I have, an afternoon spent exploring our most famous park is an afternoon well spent.