Something strange happened this weekend. It was like when Angela Chase realises she is over Jordan ‘Swoon’ Catalano and jives around her room to the blissfully infectious ‘Blister In The Sun’ in My So Called Life. Only my moment of clarity happened over a bowl of olives and soundtracked by Mötley Crüe’s ‘Dr Feelgood’. Same thing. … Continue reading
Trust your instincts sounds like a hippie bumper sticker or, at worst, a motto Mulder would’ve muttered in his typical deadpan style in The X Files. But, it’s one of the real life lessons I’ve finally learnt so far this year. Here’s what I’ve learnt: when it comes to all things to do with the … Continue reading
About five years ago I was sitting with a (former) female friend, knocking back wine before a gig in town. She was bemoaning the fact she wanted a boyfriend, saying life is easier when you’ve got someone to do things with. How I scoffed. Who needed an immature, skirt-chasing man? More hassle than they’re worth, … Continue reading
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d a) watch a Meg Ryan movie or b) agree with it but ya know what? I’ve decided that the bit in When Harry Met Sally when Harry tells obnoxious Meg Ryan, I mean Sally, that men can’t be friends with women is completely true. A … Continue reading
“I’ve really been the best, the best of fools. I did what I could.” Sigh, sigh, sigh. As any Led Zeppelin fan knows, that line is plucked from ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You’, one of their bluesiest and best tunes and, maybe not so coincidentally, my favourite Zep tune (well, after ‘Ten Years Gone’). It’s … Continue reading
Picture the scene: you’re on a plane, prowling the runway, your eyes are drawn up and away from the latest braindead glossy in hand to the cabin crew doing their well-rehearsed thing. In horror you realise you’re mouthing the words and could get up there and save Ryanair’s Michael O’Leary a few quid by pointing … Continue reading
One of the unwritten rules of dating is the dictum warning us not to mention your ex to a potential paramour (oh God, I just typed paramour). Whether you think this is divine wisdom or utter cack, there is a kernel of truth to why you should keep the dreaded ex in your own personal … Continue reading
If I got a euro, actually no, make that a cream cake, for every time I get the pity face when I say I’m single, I’d be morbidly obese and ready to eat the next person who asked me why I’m such a sad, pathetic loner. Now in my mid-twenties (Jesus, when did that happen?!) … Continue reading
Declaring that you’re in a long distance relationship is akin to announcing you’re moving to an island populated by cannibals or that you’re about to gouge yourself in the eyes. Long distance relationships never work and people rightly wince anticipating your pain ahead when it all starts going downhill. What no one tells you is … Continue reading
Before Mills & Boon muddied the word, romance was allegedly the be-all, end-all of feminine existence. Throw in traditional chivalry we are meant to swoon over and a certain idea of love was spawned, cultivated…and rejected? These days you’re lucky if you get a vodka and a bag of crisps slid across the bar in … Continue reading
