Inhale, Exhale and Try Not To Fall Over - Yoga for Beginner's

On Sunday 3rd September 2017 at 5:30pm I started a new THING. A beginner’s yoga class in a small community centre with a frankly adorable teacher. We were a group of 13 or so ladies, we were all slightly awkward, no one wanted to talk, no one wanted to draw attention, it was clear that no one had done this before or if they had, it was basic.

Now, I have done yoga before, a class in the gym I'm a member (not an active member obvs...I'm currently working on the idea that by simply paying for it means I'm somehow benefiting physically and spiritually. Just shhhh, it’s something I need to work on!)  

The class was not great! Run by a teeny tiny pocket rocket that spent most of her time flirting with the muscle-heads who were straight out the weights room, stinking and sweaty. I turned up much to their horror in my plus size joggers and t-shirt bum cover-er and hid in the corner.....it was waaaaaay to advanced for me, there was zero interaction or help, it wasn't a pleasant experience and funnily enough I didn't go back. 

Next up and in a more necessary case due to an annoying back issue I was advised to try Pilates. Ten four....found a class, in the village I grew up with a pleasant teacher BUT full of the older ladies I'd grown up with letting out long, loud farts!! OK I get it, the exercises make this happen but I can't, I cannot sit in a class with ladies I've know my entire life gently guffing away without becoming completely and ridiculously hysterical. To make things worse I was there with two of my pals who were equally in pieces, crying with laughter....I'm surprised we didn't get run out of there for being 30-odd going on 8! I liked the class and the Pilates itself was great but still...we only lasted a few sessions. Yes!! I am a fitness commitment-phobe! 

However, I've been feeling of late that in my great age I should begin to at least think about doing something to keep me fit and as previously mentioned I'm attempting to get back to the expensive drain on my resources or as other people call it, the gym. When I say get back to it, I mean the pool and swimming not the actual gym. I just resent that sweat-box and find those Lycra-clad wonders terrifying - this is not me being judgmental, this is a genuine dread. How do they manage to stay so moisture free and elegant when I resemble a sweltering tomato with gland default?!! 

Anyway anyway anyway 

I found the new class due to an ad on good old Faceballs, you know the ones where it shows that 15 of your friend like this yoga group, vets, clothing brand and or more concerning Persil (I mean, why would you? I think FB lies!!) 

The group was advertising, due to demand (a good start!), a new mixed ability group and a beginner’s class. Hold up I think....this sounds right up my street, local, not too expensive, convenient time slot and a purely beginners class. We'll all be in the same boat....no scary pros and their bendy bums putting us to shame. I emailed the dude, registered and dug out my old Pilates mat and rushed out to buy some new cover all issues tops. I'm set!!

Sunday rolls around....I wait all day and I find myself getting progressively more apprehensive. I am not a natural worrier so this is unusual but I know what this is. This is my stupid head being stupid about daft things. 'I'll have to tell him about the back thing, will everyone there be much fitter than me (more than likely!), I bet I'm the only fat one, I bet no one else will sweat their cobs off, what if I can't do the poses, I seriously need to get there early to get a spot at the back! CRAP...can I even use my Pilates mat for yoga?! On and on and on...my head was doing my own head in! 

I got a grip on myself, we had a chat and I ended it by repeating 'Remember! It’s a beginner’s class for a reason and no one else cares about the size of your arse, they're all far too worried about their own!'

Obvs I arrive 40mins early.....no one is there, not even the class leader, still, I parked up and looked keen. We finally made it in, there was some awkward 'Oh hi, have you done this before?' small talk with a couple of ladies then we found our spots and for once in my life I didn't hide at the back. I hid at the side of the room but shut it....it is not the back! Progress!

The teacher who was a delight, put us at ease by saying yoga is for everyone regardless of size, gender, age, race, ability and we should never compare ourselves to anyone, do what your body is happy with. I rather think this is an attitude we should all take on and live our lives with at all points.

We did a few 'Oms' and cracked on.

Things that happened. 

*I couldn't do all the poses but that was fine. I did what my body could and it’s a work in progress, right?

*I was the fattest in the room by a country mile but ho hum I normally am and as I'm getting older I'm trying to wear it like a badge of honour. (This is for another post!)

*I sweated like an absolute sweat monster in sauna but I guess that's actually the point, your body is working, right? I had a towel thank GOD! 

* I had a moment of slight hysteria in the middle of the meditation chant bit at the end (I cannot be serious! Ever!)

*I cannot balance AT ALL

*But mostly......I HAD A LOVELY TIME

Things that did not happen

*AT NO POINT WAS ANYONE MEAN OR A TWAT OR JUDGMENTAL 

and

*No one farted (much to my disappointment really)

It’s safe to say I loved it and will be going back and back and back. An hour of yoga and bit of relaxation was ace. It helped banish the Sunday Night Dread and sets you up for the week and if I could have moved on Monday night I would have gone swimming but that's a lesson in itself.....Don't be too gung ho on your first session Kate....you idiot! 

Sweaty Post-Yoga Face

Namaste Bitches x

Places I Love - The Hull Edition

Rugby to Hull. Not an obvious journey but one I've been making at least twice a month for the last 3 years. Long distance relationships take to places you might never go!

An easy if lengthy journey from the middle of the Midlands to the muddy banks of the Humber, the Northeast coast, a journey where I can listen to my favourite podcasts for a good few hours and this is where the charm begins with Hull.

There are many reasons to love a place not least because of excellent people you know that live there and Hull in totality is a place FULL of excellent people. I have never been to a friendlier place. Shops, streets, neighbours, petrol stations, taxi's, restaurants, pubs, family members and their friends, everyone is a joy. Cheerful, funny, interesting and interested. Always mildly teasing in an overwhelmingly welcoming way, even if they do take the piss out of your accent "is that your posh voice?" An absolute delight....you are immediately at ease.

In the year that Hull has been the City of Culture the number of people visiting has shot up - people are discovering the unmitigated joys that can be found. Obviously the injection of cash to regenerate the city has helped and I've seen quite a dramatic transformation in the short time I've been visiting. Newland Avenue, the Marina and Humber Street are super cool and in my opinion can rival the bigger more popular places in the country. Hipster chic (Christ almighty, I actually just typed that....I apologise!) and a gin bar with table service - Oh god, yes please!! Although my advice is to stand up once in a while when there, you have no idea how potent those gins can be and after an evening of people bringing you drinks, standing up and falling straight over is a very distinct possibility!

The city has a delicious mix of old and new, the museum quarter is easily one of my favourite parts, cobbled streets that breathe history, you can almost hear the wooden carts laden with produce straight from the boats. Then, right up the road is The Deep, a futuristic mirrored glass and metal marvel that was built to resemble a whale rising from the waves. It houses an aquarium and penguins...I bloody love a penguin and these guys are, well, very penguin-y. 

History, like love (as Marti Pellow sang and yes, The Troggs too but I'm not THAT old!) is all around in Hull and here are a few nuggets

• They flipped the bird at Charles I, basically kicking off the Civil War when he outrageously attempted to take over the cities arsenal. No chance pal!!
• HMS Bounty was built in 1748 - that went bloody miles across the Pacific and had a mutiny (seriously I'm not going into it....look it up if you must)
• William Wilberforce, MP, wit, abolitionist, and all round cool dude was a Hullensian. His part in the movement to abolish slavery was very significant. The bill to ban slavery in the British Empire was passed in 1833 three days before he died. There is a museum dedicated to him which is really interesting. There is also a festival held every year named in his honour. The Freedom Festival
• Hull was almost fully flattened thanks to bombing raids in WW2. It was the most heavily bombed UK city after London

OK lesson over and yes.....I do realise I am a nerd but this is the stuff of dreams for me so Shhhhh! 

Anyway, anyway, anyway.

Present day Hull now exports culture. It has a life force all of its own...a unique style, festivals galore, music most nights, art and galleries. The Ferens Gallery is hosting the 2017 Turner Prize - Brilliant. Whilst we're on the subject, The Ferens Gallery is not only one of my favourite places in Hull but in the UK. It has brilliant, interesting and unusual permanent pieces and unique temporary exhibitions and its free - ACE

Sport is a thing too....it's also a thing I am wholly unqualified to talk about and any information I have gleaned about this has come from the rants of the man-friend. It is thus - 2 Rugby League teams (none of that wet southern Union game where they just hug each other!) and 1 football team. I have also learnt that Rovers are king, City's owners are twat's and 'NO....you are not allowed to cheer for the black and white team Kate, I don't care that you like their team colours, they are the enemy!!' Calm down dear!

As the eagle eyed amongst you may have gathered, the man-friend is a full on, born and bred East Yorkshire Hullensian so I get a good insider guide to the city and all its glory. I get taken to the places the locals go and isn't that always the best way. I spend a good deal of time in Hull and it gets better and better, there is always something new and yet nothing changes and I like that. The adoption of changes seems to be fluid, like nothing phases Hull and her residents, they just crack, cheerfully as the always have.

I highly recommend a visit and if you time it well, I'll meet you on Humber Street for a beer and/or a gin and a wander. Whatever your preconceptions are, dissolve them. Hull is bloody great.

As the locals say 'get yoursen' 'ere'

City of Culture
Visit Hull
Hull Museums
The Sesh
Fruit Market

A Heat Induced Breakdown

In the aftermath of what I will call 'that week in June were I lost all sense of what was right and normal' I can say (not that I haven't complained LOUDLY throughout) that heat is not acceptable!

I'm not talking about the pleasant, sunny warmth with a soothing breeze we all remember from our youth. Those delicious days where you can sit in the garden with a drink of your choice, passing the time with loved ones, laughing like drains and ending the day in a haze of tanned skin and memories. I'm talking about the foul, oppressive 'hottest June day since 76', disgusting, sweat inducing, hair ruining, mascara bleeding, all clothes are too many clothes, VILE CAULDRON LIKE HEAT we have had to endure this last week. 

I say NO! The first thing I'd do as leader of the free world is ban it (yes, I do realise the irony of that statement but BAN IT!) Compulsory air con everywhere!

What is it with the weather here? Why cant it get it's shiz together? Bloody humidity!! The twat clings to us like an annoying, whingy, clammy child.

The more time I'm forced to endure the desperate heat the more I'm convinced of some kind of Viking heritage back in the day.....I am clearly a northern European, built for the cold, I want fire and hearty stews in the freezing cold, blankets and candles and Hygge (as the cool people do). I do not want sweat and flies trying to infect my endlessly limp salads with their maggoty eggs. MISERY! 

It doesn't help that our ridiculous country is in no way prepared for the summer, every building is designed to keep heat in and cold out. My own home is a prime example. A first floor flat, the top floor of the building, the penthouse if you will. Built in 1973 and re-insulated when I bought it in 2006, had a resting temperature of 32 degrees at 7:30am on Wednesday morning. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? And I had to use the hairdryer! Abysmal!

It is also impossible to buy air conditioning here. We have fans, I have three of them strategically placed to sodding well move hot air from one place to another in a useless attempt to fool us into thinking they're actually keeping us cool. The situation is ridiculous....the only saving grace is the knowledge that our daft weather will return to hailing and torrential rain in a few days and all will be well. Obviously it'll still be bloody muggy *death stares the camera*

As a footnote I am aware that some of you insane people actively enjoy this weather pattern of peril. I don't understand you and never will and I can only assume you are some kind of dangerous masochist. You can keep your humid horror to your reptilian like selves....if you want me I'll be the the nearest air conned building, refusing to leave. 

SNOGS (and ice....lots of ice!)

The War Paint Removals

In the second and thankfully last instalment of 'things what I bought' we're gonna talk about cleansing. 

As I mentioned in the last post, the nightly 'deslap' is my favourite part of the day. That feeling of clean, the removal of the war paint and the days dirt, the healthy glow as my skin soaks up the plethora of unguents I smooth in....its delightful. To this end I am always on the hunt for a great cleanser to get rid of the grime.

I have favourites, Clinique Take The Day Off balm and Ren Hot Cloth Cleanser. Absolute dreams! They do their job SO well that really I shouldn't ever bother with anything else but as we know, a beauty junkie is never satisfied and sometimes I like to try a few more budget friendly options. (Just to warn you, I'll probably do a post at some point with the ones I love)

First up is the Boots Botanics Hot Cloth Cleansing Balm. 

Now then, I LOVE a balm. I love that the solid, opaque salve that turns into an oil on your face and removes make up like a dream and when mixed with water, cleanly wipes off (with a flannel....old school style, none of this muslin cloth nonsense!) leaving zero oily residue. 

This is NOT that! This is like putting a slap of cold animal fat on your skin. It’s doesn't remove make up or emulsify in water, I literally had to scrap it off....horrific! 

Second up is the Boot Botanics All Bright Gentle Cleansing Cream. Now this I do like. It’s a great second cleanse, a pretty liquidy cream that smells amazing that doesn't sting my eyes or leave my skin shiny tight plus it’s a bargainous £2.50! Thanks you very much! There's not much more to say, it’s good, I would buy it again but as I say, only as a second cleanse, it’s not great at getting off my mascara. 

The third is the Simple Hydrating Cleansing Oil. This literally does what it says. 'dissolve impurities, removing make-up, leaving your skin clean and instantly hydrated'. It’s a simple oil cleanser made with pure grape seed oil enriched with vitamin A and E. It made light work of my full face of slap, no stingy eyes, no greasy, oily residue and obviously as it’s a Simple product there no added fragrance. This is going straight into my favourites and it costs £6.99. I think it would last an age as you really do only need a few drops for it to works its magic. Go forth and buy!   

Onto the make-up purchases. I was abstemious....very restrained only buy three items. This is progress I think! 

OK!! I can see that some might think those two lippies are the same colour....but there is a subtle difference. Honest! The top one, Gosh Velvet Touch Lipstick in Shocking Coral and the bottom one is Rimmel Kate Moss Matte Lipstick in Vibrant Coral. Shocking is very different to Vibrant. IT IS!!! 

The Gosh one has INCREDIBLE staying power. I can make it through until at least 4pm, through copious coffees and lunch and it’s still there. It’s a good rich coral colour and a full on matte formula. Its blimmin ace! This was £7.99 and I would 100% buy it again.

The Rimmel one is a good colour but it’s not matte despite the title. It’s more moisturising that the Gosh one though but only it last until you've had your first cuppa of the day. It’s definitely one you need to reapply throughout the day. Its £5.49 and meh....I'll stick with the Gosh one. 

OK...last thing I promise! NYX Professional Makeup Slide on Eye Pencil in Jet Black. Literally a simple black eye liner, they really are much of a muchness aren't they. This is a good dark black. It lasts well on my eye lid but not long on the waterline (where I tend to wear eye liner everyday) so I dunno how waterproof it really is. It was £2.50 and I think there are better ones out there. You live and learn don't you.

My god.....that's enough of that isn't it. I promise not all of my posts will be me wanging on and on about beauty shiz but I know at least two of you are interested (I'm looking at you Keggs and Natface 💕)

Anyway, anyway, anyway......cheerio! 

A Lovely Pear

In the first instalment of the 'things what I bought' we're going to be talking pears, specifically a perfume called 'Pear'. 

Now...I have a fondness for all things pear.

Actual pears, green one, pinky ones....delicious and juicy. To me they taste of autumn, the season of mist and mellow fruitfulness and the best season in my opinion. Pear Drops, sugar treats that make me cough (is that only me?). What's better than a little paper bag of pink and yellow sweets that make you cough...very retro. Pear vodka is a bit of winner too and I await the day I sample some pear gin and then my life will probably be complete.

Back in the day (approx 1999) I had a top that had a big green pear on the front with the words 'Lovely Pear' emblazoned across the front. I nattily teamed it with a denim skirt and jacket (I have literally never been cool....not even in my youth!) and I'll never forget the look on my Dads face as I swanned out for a Saturday night knees up. I'm still not sure if that was his horror at the suggestiveness or the double denim error! 

Anyway anyway anyway....what I'm leading up to is the purchase of my Holy Grail perfume.

Marc Jacobs 'Pear'. 

I first found this perfect perfume in duty free at Heathrow airport approximately 100 years ago, I didn't buy it as I suspect it was WAY out of my price range back then but I have been searching for it ever since. Every perfume shop I passed, ever department store I perused, I couldn't find it. I resigned myself to the fact it had probably been discontinued....ho hum....buggery balls! 

Then...Friday night whilst on the aforementioned Boots spree, thinking I have Advantage card points to spend (a testament to how much cashola I spend there! I need help!) I wandered over to the fragrance section as I normally do to sneak a spray of something new and exciting or just a traditional steal of Issey Miyake or Hugo Boss Intense (my top fave classics) and low and behold....what's that I spy?! 

*angels sing*

Look at the beautiful simplicity of it!! Even the colour of the perfume itself is lovely, reminiscent of old school scents. 

There is nothing old-fashioned about this. It’s part of the Marc Jacobs Splash collection which includes Pear, Rain and Cucumber. They are unisex fragrances and if the Pear is anything to go by I'd probably marry the next man I meet wearing it (let that be a warning to you ALL!)

To me it smells like liquorice and pears, liquorice-y pears! Warm and woody but not too sweet. A quick Google tells me the fragrance notes are

Top notes: pear, lemon, bergamot

Heart: juniper, gin, freesia
Base: teak, amber, musk

See that....GIN! Everything I love is related to gin! 

It’s an absolute delight of a perfume and if old MJ dares to discontinue after the summer I will hunt him down and poke ACTUAL pears up his nose! 👊❤

x

Chemist Confessions

Those who know me well know I LOVE a chemist. I have to ration myself to two visits a month (I mean once a week obvs). When I say chemist I mean Boots or Superdrug or anywhere that sells lotions and potions and crazy coloured cosmetic things. An independent chemist is the gin to my tonic.........the drugstore is my drug.

It began when the Mothership would take me to top up her stock of Elnett, Max Factor Creme Puff (that smell ❤) and her green and blue chubby stick eye liners (cool then in the 80's and doubly cool now!) I remember walking the aisles mesmerised at the powdery, clean smells and the 100's of bottles of creams. Body creams, face creams, bubble bath, shampoos, hairspray, Bobby pins, a million different coloured scrunchies, padded hair bands (it was the 80's! Shhhh!) Tiny soaps in Art Deco tins, make up galore, galore, GALORE and not to mention the glorious array of perfumes behind the glass counter. This particular chemist also had a jolly pharmacist who dispensed helpful advice and stickers for poorly kids, a set of massive retro scales (we avoided them), a terrifying metal foot measure (not like the fun Clarks one.....an actual foot monster!) and an enormous stack of lollies by the till. 
(Come to think of it, my obsession may well have started with the fact I got a lolly on every visit!)

This place was heaven!

It was where Mum bought me my first set of cleanser, toner and moisturiser at 13. Three small bottles of magic. She drilled it into me 'Look after your skin Kate....it’s boring now but you'll thank me' she'd say as I was eye rolling at the enormity of the chore at bed time. Such a surly teenager! 

Now the 'deslapping' is my favourite part of the day and thanks to her early advice my skin is pretty OK, save a few hormonal breakouts or 'SpotTwats' as I prefer to call them. I also have a few lines here and there. I'm in my mid *coughs* late 30's....it’s entirely normal. *ignores the ravages of time and pretends to age gracefully*

Anyway anyway anyway......the problem with this love of chemists is a love of a product and here my dear reader is the crux of the issue. As it says in my bio I have an potentially bankrupting skin care and make up habit and this is the reason I have to limit my visits and it is physically impossible for me not to spend at least £30* on each visit *a conservative estimate!

A trip produces an endorphin rush that any devotee or athlete will understand. (I'm told exercise gives a similar effect not that I would know, having never voluntarily exercised in my life. I'm mean....you just cannot paint your nails whilst jogging!)

Of course nowadays the traditional chemist has been slightly overtaken by the high street giants with their strip lighting and homogeneous uniformity. That is not a criticism in any way, it's just produces a different feeling, modern and innovative rather than nostalgic and dreamy. I'm into both to be honest.

So this very long and rambling introduction is the admission of a visit. A fruitful visit too, a visit where I procured a number of wonderful things. Things I'm going to tell you about because I'm an addict.....an addict that loves to share the rush of a beauty purchase.

I have however rambled on far too long for this post so I figured I'd do a series (OK…maybe 2 max) of posts about my most recent purchases to breakdown the monotony of my drivel. Plus talking about ALL THE THINGS enhances the addiction so DEAL WITH IT!  😃

Non beauty product lovers feel free to ignore/delete/unfriend at this point. I know only me and a handful of pals care about this frivolous yet brilliant stuff. I won't mind or never speak to you again you absolute shower!!!!!

Snogs and see you soon with product pleasure.

Fangirling

Brace yourselves.....I'm about to embarrass myself

Remember that insane teenybopper feeling you had over NKOTB, Bros, Brother Beyond, London Boys (am I showing my age yet?) Well.....I had that last night when I met RICHARD HERRING.

Normally what happens when I mention him is 'Who???' or "Oh, I loved him in the 90's". Well yes....he was in the comedy duo Lee and Herring with the lolz-worth Stuart Lee. Well, it was The Herring for me from the start. That cheeky face, that floppy hair, he played the joker to Lee's (slightly) straighter man. I loved him.....and then, weirdly they went off the screens. Comedy tastes change, I get that but despair....! No more Rich. He toured loads but I never got round to seeing him much to my embarrassment.

Cut to a number of years later (probably 20 odd...Christ on a bike!) and podcasts have become a thing. I bloody love a podcast. I love listening to people talk....I've got a massive thing about listening to a chat when driving long distances. Radio 4 dramas anyone?

Anyway anyway anyway.....whilst perusing the comedy podcast recommendations, what do I spy? Richard Herrings Leicester Square Theatre Podcasts or RHLSTP. 'RHLSTP!'

The man himself interviewing other comedians about their careers. Oh holy Jesus. This is the best thing that's ever happened. I downloaded them all and listened to approximately 60 of them in about a week. From Reece Shearsmith to Dawn French (OMG) to Tony Robinson to Sophie Hagen. A TOTAL JOY!!

My love affair renewed, I was happy and then one afternoon, in the midst of a working day I get an update email from Warwick Arts Centre and there he was, his little mischievous face smiling through the ether. HOLD UP.....tickets? To see the man himself on his latest tour,  The Best, a collection of his best from over the years of touring I'd missed? OH BLOODY HELL YES! Booked, in the diary.....but I had to wait an ENTIRE year.

*drums fingers, taps feet* The day arrives.

With the giddy excitement of a teenaged Justin Bieber fan, I'm sat in the audience, 3 rows from the front. The lights dim, Joe Esposito's You're The Best blasts through the speakers 'Ladies and Gentlemen, the amazing Richard Herring' *rapturous applause*

The next 90 minutes was a cacophony of LOLZZZZ. Sweary, intelligent yet childish jokes upon jokes. I hurt from laughing. I absolutely loved it. I never wanted it to end.

Towards the end of the set he says he's happy to say hello to everyone, as a jobbing comedian he obviously has to make money so he sells merchandise after his shows but instead of a lacky sat behind the table he does it himself. HERE'S MY CHANCE TO RICHNAP (wait....did I say that out loud?) no no no I mean meet and hug. Honest guv!

We hung around the foyer and I started to think 'oh maybe it's a bit tragic to go and fawn all over him, really, I should be over this at my age.' Undeterred by my crisis of confidence my pal Suze encourages me to go over.

The queue had gone, I find myself directly in front of him.
"Hiya.....great show, really funny....um, um.....". My cheeks have never been brighter, literally on fire, my mind is blank!
He gives me that cheeky smile, 'oh thanks so much.....here, have a badge, he signs my programme and I'm about to leg it......I'm 37 going on 13!
Suze suddenly says....'wait, we need a photo'.
Richard says 'oh yes, we do, come on'
I'm almost on the floor from excitement.

There he is, tucked between us and I'm not lying when I say that this is THE HAPPIEST I'VE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE and he, I have to tell you, is the loveliest man, gracious and charming and frankly, a full on delight. If you can get to see him, do it. You'll never regret it....!

And so, as a normal calm and collected adult I can truly say I've had my first teenage hysteria. I'm going to be high for weeks.

Christ, I need to get a grip!

X

A Creative Need?

Well.....crikey!

I thought I'd give you a break from my wittering. I didn't think that break would last 5 YEARS!

My last post was in 2012, when I was in my early 30's and had an delusion I could make it big as a blogger. HA......That went well! I dunno what happened, lost my Mojo, lost interest, lost my MIND more like.

BUT fear not....I'm back to bore you again with some thoughts, some dreadful opinions and some badly written rambles. (watch out for typos, you all get prizes for spotting them. Actually, scrap that...I'll be bankrupt in 2 minutes!)

The older I get the more I feel I need an outlet that isn't just shouting on Twitter or maybe I just mean I need a starting point to be creative.

I can't draw or craft (I wish - see previous post on sewing classes). I'm not musical or blessed with acting skills (despite that drama degree!).
I like writing and I like having a chat. Blogging and I am aware its shouting out into an ocean of a billion of blogs has always appealed to me. My nonsense can get lost in that ocean and I'll be happy if its read by 3 of my pals and my mum (which won't happen as she doesn't do the internet and has a mild panic attack anytime anyone's phone makes a noise!)

Anyway....I don't even know how regular this will be as life will invariably get in the way but I'll attempt a few words here and there and see where we get.

Apologies in advance lovers. xx