As you down your vitamin D tablets like the sun-loving junkie that you are, perhaps with the other hand you could do something a little bit more pleasurable (not like that), during these unprecedented times we find ourselves in. Below, from the fluffy fun depths of my mind, I share with you just some ofContinue reading “The Great Indoors”
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Being Called A C*nt By A Stranger
It’s not everyday that you can indulge in the luxury of having off-the-cuff profanities spat at you on a public street whilst on your daily commute home from work. So given that exactly this unfolded this very evening makes me really want to count my lucky stars and thank God for all of the sociallyContinue reading “Being Called A C*nt By A Stranger”
Are You Poorer Than Me?
I’m so sick of being poor. Yes I may have a roof over my head and food in my fridge but when you can’t decorate your rooms or make meals beyond tins of soup and sweetcorn then what’s the point? I might aswell be living in The Amazon, atleast then I’ll avoid the council taxContinue reading “Are You Poorer Than Me?”
Rejection – Don’t Fear It (Too Much)
“Rejection” A word soaked in stigma, in negative connotations, but do we have to be so damning to a term which in some respects, paradoxically takes ownership for so many of our successes? It’s a stinging word, bringing with it an overcast of self-doubt and worthlessness. As Steve Harvey said – “success isContinue reading “Rejection – Don’t Fear It (Too Much)”
Poem: Rejection
Stinging like the barb of a hornet, Heckles on my neck, shocked, stand upright. I’m in disbelief. Stormy skies swirl above me, My mind, clouded with an overcast of doubt. Why didn’t they just pick me? I thought I was good enough, But what good is water if absent in a drought? Continue reading “Poem: Rejection”
Poem: Stress
An advantage or a hindrance? The Goldilocks analogy, Too much – and you can’t handle it. Too little – and you’re indifferent. Your blood, now laced with cortisol, Your mind is always racing, Synapses twitch like rabbits nostrils, Your patience is fast erasing. What can you do to make it stop? You internallyContinue reading “Poem: Stress”
And So It BEGINS
They say as one door abruptly closes another is but slightly ajar, waiting for you to unwelcomingly force your way through it. Atleast this is how it feels when it comes to the jobhunt for me. Coined the ‘portfolio generation’, I ask myself, is there really anything wrong with having more jobs thanContinue reading “And So It BEGINS”
I’m Done….
If sweating out of every orifice in your entire being is your cup of tea then you should’ve joined me in my gallivanting across the city of London with what could’ve only been described as the weight of a life-sized 10 year old on my back in the form of a gym bag and aContinue reading “I’m Done….”
City life
Like mice, Trapped in the rat race. A maze made for manipulation. Man against man, race against race. A breath. Of fresh air at dawn. As futile as asking the sun to, Rise at dusk and set in the morn. Private, A word less chosen. Only by those of land un-citied. Cities keepContinue reading “City life”
Week 1 – The Menu of A Moron
So if you’ve been anticipating this update based on the post I made a few days ago, let’s just take a moment to celebrate that week 1 is almost up, on a scale of 1 – 10 (full to the gills) – (about to turn cannibal) my hunger level is a solid 9.987. If you’ve everContinue reading “Week 1 – The Menu of A Moron”
I Hate Public Transport With A Passion
If you’ve happened to be following my journey on the misery train so far, you’ll know that my belief firmly holds – trying to live in London for two weeks on £30 will make climbing Mt. Everest look like a walk in the park in comparison. My hands are already physically shaking as IContinue reading “I Hate Public Transport With A Passion”
Poetry: Success
The sweet scent of success, If only it lingered just that little bit longer. If only it tasted just that little bit stronger. Is success a waiting game, Or a game of chase? Should I give it my all, Or should I accept my fate? Success. The word on the tips of allContinue reading “Poetry: Success”
The Neon Squid 