Tag: love

When two become one Bon Dia! It’s Abi writing the blurb this week. Seb made me, on account of his acute observation that “I am a girl”. He then threw a paddy because the Valentines card I sent him got “lost” in the post, he spent several hours (attractively) pouting then refused to write this so here I am. He is SUCH a Diva. And then the dilemma of what to write in this space “Just say how much you…

Don’t worry, I’m not about to get all holier-than-thou. I’ve had my share of one-night stands; not lots, but enough. I’ve swung, hung and even bunged… but it was in the name of and under the guise of¬†research! Personally, in my humble opinion, casual sex isn’t all that. I can see the temporary appeal of rampant, lights-out knees-over-your-head action. But to me it’s like fast food: gorge yourself and there are repercussions. You can do it occasionally, but even then…

Yeah right, like I would make an entire post about something as dry as my new year’s resolutions! You must’ve realised by now that I rarely blog in that way. It’s more like a timeless classic ’round these parts of the Internet: if you picked a random entry from the archives, chances are you wouldn’t be able to place it. Chances are, it would be a rant that really has nothing to do with the day it was written. Except…

[In the olden days I used to always have punchy, interesting titles on my blog entries. Funny how that's kind of died down. I wonder if more people would read if I try to be sensational...] Yesterday I began an epic journey of introspection self-actualisation. I’m trying to digest 2009 by labelling the major milestones or stand-out points as good, bad or ugly. I actually made a list on paper (I was in the car), and I couldn’t actually come…

The Lunatics of London & The greatest thing Seb: We actually sent this out as a Christmas card this year. We were kind of fed up with those happy-all-smiles Christmas cards that some families send out. We like to keep it real, yo. We’re a true, tight-knit family, full of love and affection for each other. (Thought I’d show you my pointy teeth that I’ve alluded to a few times, too… I told you they were scary.) I’ll spend this…

I think it’s kinda little funny that I didn’t actually get the ‘prejudice’ part of the book’s title until I finished it. Then I put it down, lay back, and actually thought about it: ‘Ohhh! Darcy was prejudiced!’ Or maybe it’s meant to be more over-arcing than that — an observation of society at the time — who knows. You’ll have to bear with me, because I never really learnt how to dissect books. School was a bit backward like…