Right people... I'm back. The laundry has been done, the coffee pot has been refilled, I've bought some chocolate and I've hoovered. So, work time! Since returning from Australia I've been in a daze. A daze of denial mainly. Mainly about my supposed 'tan'. Every morning for the past fortnight I have woken up, looked upon my arms and body and noticed the summer freckles slowly disappearing one by one, becoming ghosts on my body, causing me to question my mental stability: 'Did

[*heads up - I've drunk a bottle of wine*] Today was possibly one of the best days of 2015 so far. The objective in the run up to spending 6 weeks in Australia is to try and get a body like Ellen Ripley's at the end of Alien. (I've always wanted to pull of the white vest and briefs combo). So I have been hitting the gym like a Rabbit on Heat. I've always wanted to have a bottom of Nicki Minaj proportions but I've come to learn now that there is little chance I will achieve th

Like most people in the world, I have to get dressed, regularly, and due to this constant requirement from society so that I don’t end up in jail or on a list somewhere, I have come to acquire a specific taste and interest in clothes and fashion. I love it. As an open-minded human I dislike very few things fashion-wise and after years of trying to find clothes for my shape and height I have learnt that there is nothing better than discovering an item of not-yet-understood wor