Stories of life and people
I think Nic was the first person I met in New Zealand when I moved here who I didn't already know, or who wasn't connected to my ex-boyfriend. It was like a Tinder date for mates. We met online, through the UK group Adventure Queens, and arranged to meet for a cuppa. I'd only been... Continue Reading →
Life drawing classes can either be taught classes (perhaps at an art school, or by an artist) or groups of artists who just want to come together to practise their drawing. Note: there's also one-on-one modelling for a single artist, although this is less common, and should be approached with caution for personal safety. Usually... Continue Reading →
As I saw her come through the airport arrival gates, my eyes filled with tears and my throat burned; it took all I had to not burst into a massive pile of sobs and snot. A massive wave of relief and emotion rushed over me. The last time we'd seen each other was when I'd... Continue Reading →
You will get cold You will get too hot You will sweat You will want to cough You can stretch It will hurt You will need to fart You will fart You will move You will get an itch You will be able to not scratch that itch You will feel like a badass for... Continue Reading →
I was 15 and had gone to a friend of a friend's (let's call her A) house for the weekend. They had a swimming pool and it was summer so HELL YES. A's Dad was a plumber, and had a young lad working for him (who also happened to live just down the road) who... Continue Reading →
Hey hey there - I've decided September's year in people posts will be chosen by you! I'm taking requests/nominations NOW for people to write about next month. Want me to write about you? Or someone you know that I know too? Or maybe there's someone/a story about a person you've heard me talk about. Or... Continue Reading →
I came back from a few weeks abroad and Sian had made a new best friend. I vaguely recognised Gemma from BMF sessions but Sian had brought her into the fold. I'm not quite sure whether Gemma had a choice about being in said fold. The first Saturday I was back, I went to BMF... Continue Reading →
Sian is a little Welsh rocket. A lean mean fitness machine who just keeps going and going and going until she literally drops (or gets meningitis). She's also the kind of person you just want to pick up and put in your pocket and keep safe from the world. See, she's tough and feisty and... Continue Reading →
Short story. Quite happy being single. But. Met a guy, got on well, swapped details. He messaged daily. Seemed genuinely interested in me and my life. Went on a couple of dates. Seemed to be going OK. Messaging changed. Didn't stop completely, but you know when you can just tell? "I reckon I'm getting ghosted"... Continue Reading →
