Tagged with work

Parting is such sweet sorrow

So it’s over. I’ve left. But not without a bit of a bash and a bang. One of my lovely workmates arranged a night out at the Queen of Hoxton with the Social Athletics Club – they came along and organised a round-robin table tennis tournament for us, complete with scoresheets, plastic visors, and medals. … Continue reading »

All change please, all change

It was a warm indian summer, the end of September, and a week before my 28th birthday, when I moved to London. I had a month’s worth of work with a company called Northstar, whose offices were at Kings Cross. I didn’t realise when I was packing up to catch the train, that I would … Continue reading »

Resolve (or the lack thereof)

I never make New Year’s resolutions. Anecdote and experience both make it clear that they’re impossible to keep. They also tend to be impossible or unachievable goals. I don’t need to make resolutions because the past few years my general aims have always been the same: 1. Lose half a stone 2. Pay off my … Continue reading »

IWD guest post: The importance of motherhood

My lovely mummy makes another appearance! I wrote last year as a guest on this subject, about the continuing struggle of women across the world to be educated, treated fairly and allowed to be free to make life choices. I also celebrated the freedom we have in this country, bought by the determination of women … Continue reading »

Festivities

As the Venga Boys once sang, ‘We like to party. We like, we like to party.’ Especially when partying means an excuse to dress up and look pretty. I got out my party dress and GHDs. And then a pair of tights, since it started snowing heavily and there was no way I was going … Continue reading »

The M1

On the 50th anniversary of the opening of the first section of the London to Leeds Motorway, more commonly known as the M1, I woke up at 4.45am to travel its length. I was on a job to the Marie Curie Hospice in Bradford and we had to be there by 11am with a large … Continue reading »

4: Top Gun

I got sent to Italy on a job for work, flying to Pisa for an international car launch. Me, with no motoring knowledge at all, and a group of men, some well-known, who have built their careers around writing about cars. You couldn’t have dropped me in the middle of a more masculine event to … Continue reading »