There is a saying, beloved of comic book nerds the world over. With great power, it says (pushing its NHS glasses up its acne-scarred nose with what it imagines to be an air of statesmanlike gravitas), comes great responsibility. And long hours…. Read more →
And so it came to pass that my friend P and his boyfriend have decided to part ways. Well, almost. “Honestly, how is one supposed to get closure and enter the next chapter of one’s life, when the person you’re trying to… Read more →
I have nothing but admiration for Grace Dent (you know Grace Dent; always on those comedy panel shows, Amy Winehouse memorial beehive, Twitter-worn nubs where her thumbs should be? Yep, that’s her). After recently falling foul of an internet troll, who described… Read more →
My friends have come up with a new explanation for my unshakable single status. Apparently I am setting my standards too high. “You always do this,” says K. We are a third of the way down a bottle of wine at her… Read more →
What did you want to be when you grew up? If you listen to my mother, my secret ambition as a child was to be a mad scientist; the kind that lives in a storm-wracked tower on a howling moor and meddles… Read more →
“You do realise,” I say to my friend K, “that we have booked a holiday purely so we can enjoy the looks on people’s faces when we tell them where it is we’re going. What do you think that says about us?”… Read more →
On and off, I have been dating S for the better part of the last two years. Mostly off, actually. First time round, our blossoming romance was curtailed on our fourth date, when he took me out, bought me a three course… Read more →
When it comes to dating, I’ve always been of the school of thought that it’s entirely possible to land the man or woman of your dreams, provided you cast a wide enough net. This is all well and good, until the realisation… Read more →
Having arranged to meet my friend K for an after-work drink, I was slightly nonplussed to find her sat in the middle of Selfridges’ ladies wear department, having a new face applied by a Ukrainian midget with the complexion of a cheesy… Read more →
“MY EYES! MY EYYYYYES!” Tonight’s over-reaction in a public place is brought to you by my friend M. I look over at the opposite banquette, where he’s rolling around on the leather and clawing at his face like he’s been maced. Then… Read more →
