Stop poking me!

When Facebook started, we were all hooked. Not only could we see what our closest 300 friends were up to at any time of the day (as long as they posted it) but we could take pictures of them, pictures that they definitely didn’t like, put them online for all to see...

Post holiday blues or in the pink?

You know the feeling. You arrive back from some fun in the sun. To dreary weather, nothing left in your bank account and nothing to look forward to but that one last sleep before work on Monday. I propose that this is the end of post holiday blues as we know it.We...

Moving with the times?

I’m not a fan of so-called ‘festivals’.  Sleeping (trying to) in a tent amongst loud, shouting teenagers who don’t seem to go to bed, while playing their hideous pirate radio station drum ‘n’ bass tunes on their tinny-sounding mobile phones, having to wash for 4...

Denifitely Vocal Levels Allowed

A bad day. A hot, sticky, tiring summer’s day spent on the phone to insurance companies, bank answer machines, old ladies who can hardly hear you, fussy clients, NHS hotlines, phone companies… the LAST thing you need is for your day to get worse. But...