A Letter to 16-year-old Me

To Younger Me, You’re 16 and you need to know life’s not going to go how you plan. You won’t be with this man forever; he’ll surprise and disappoint you and resurface like those sparkly hot pants you forgot you had. When you leave him you’ll be lost. But you’ll work out that this is…

Unravelling

The inevitable has come to fruition, And everything else is tumbling inward at an alarming rate. I’m unravelling. Will screaming help? Not really. Will crying? Temporarily. How will I fill the void you’ll create in your absence? Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash

I’m a Feminist But…

My favourite podcast at the moment is The Guilty Feminist. Alongside Deborah Frances-White, panellists explore a host of topics in insightful ways whilst also being absolutely hilarious. At the beginning of each episode, the hosts disclose three un-feminist habits they have discovered about themselves. Here are some of my own and ones that friends have…

10 Things That Go Through My Mind Before a First Date

10 questions I ask myself before a first date: What if I don’t fancy him? What if he doesn’t turn up? What if he’s rude/arrogant /mute [delete as appropriate]? What if he turns up late and I’m already 2 glasses down? What if I really like him and he doesn’t like me? What if I…

Like a Cat

Like a cat, I spread out in the hot sun. My fur: freshly washed and Moroccan oiled;  my tail gently curling. No pressures on this day, only the promise of warm sunlight until sunset. Drifting in and out of dreams, my breath steadies. My limbs stretch and my whiskers twitch. Photo by Divyan Rajveer Rana…

Single and Mingle Night

I thought it couldn’t get worse than Speed Dating. Turns out, it can! Last week, a friend invited me to a Single and Mingle night in Brighton. She was going with her housemate and we all agreed it could be rubbish but we wouldn’t know unless we went (and we’d never find a boyfriend sat…

These Hands

These Hands these hands – adorned with silver, gold and opal – twitch with a need for touch they tingle for intimacy my fingertips hold yours; will you be around for long enough for me to learn their print? the lick of varnish applied before rousing Friday nights wears off by Monday morning; telling of my…

History Repeats Itself

There was an instant attraction between the first guy and me. It happened once, then it happened again, and again and again. Love developed (at least on my side). Sadly, this man had someone else. Of course, she’s a sexy Spaniard – he is a marvellous Mancunian. An attraction based on friendship, fuelled by alcohol…