2018… well what can I say? It’s the end of a chapter, time to call it a day. But first let’s reflect on the year that’s gone by, The poignant moments that made us collectively rejoice/scream, “Why oh why?!” Brexit updates and France taking home the World Cup, Dominated much of the tabloids, as well … More Thank You, Next
A hot secluded setting dotted with palm trees and a mesmerizing ocean view from every angle, a nearby sandy beach, an all-inclusive hotel with a swimming pool, jacuzzi, hot tub and an in-hotel spa. I can imagine that a description like that would entice most people to whip out their credit cards and book a couple of weeks off … More Jet-Setter, Go-Getter, Nothing Better!
We’re playing a game, We’re one in the same. That’s what everyone does, We’ve forgotten how to love. Because we thrive on the chase, Keeping up that pace. Can you hold my attention? Or am I beyond your comprehension? Can you keep me on my toes? You know how it goes. Challenge me, disagree, But stay classy, that’s key. Don’t … More The Game
I love people who can make snap decisions. People who take no longer than five minutes to decide where they want to eat and what they want to order off the menu. People who can pick one movie out of a mountainous pile of DVDs. People who can take a quick peek at their diaries … More Bish, Bash, Bosh
On Saturday night I went out to a club and was hit on by a couple of guys. One watched me for the duration of two whole songs (not even being slightly subtle, literally stood still in the middle of the dance floor) and then crept over when I headed to the bar, grabbed me by the waist and … More Be A Gent
For some reason whenever people ask me what my favourite movie genre is, they always seem to automatically assume that I’ll say either romantic comedies or Disney. And so whenever I smugly break the news that I actually LOVE Italian gangster films, they’re always taken aback. “Really? I would never guess that by looking at … More Leave The Gun, Take The Cannoli
My fingers squeeze the handle bars in a death-grip; palms face down with elbows locked in position. We slowly approach the back garage entrance. Feet flailing next to the pedals, an army of ants could easily overtake us at this point… but we don’t care. This is merely the crawl-up to the starting line. Once … More Just Me, My Friend & My Bike
