Afternoon Dear Reader,
No I haven’t passed out on my keyboard, although that is a distinct possibility seen as I am blimmin knackered. That is the written equivalent of the noise I make when I think about last weekend.
There is is again.
It loosely translates as the word you say when you would happily peel your own skin off it it meant you could go back in time and not do the embarrassing thing that made you go FLARGH in the first place.
How I feel most mornings after a night of wine.
Now you may be surprised to know that there are quite a lot of things I have done that I am particularly embarrassed about. (Alright not that many!). Most of them involve Tina Turner,
alcohol, public places, or a combination of all three.
This time, however, my anxiety relates to the British Adult Ice Skating Championships 2016.
Hi there its Sophie Fox, Marathon Runner here.
Yes I know – I am very annoying but ‘tis true, I ran a marathon! I finished in 4 hours 42 minutes and 8 seconds (the seconds are very important apparently). The more I think about it the more frustrating it is that I didn’t manage it in less than 4 hours 30 but just typing that sentence makes me hate myself a little bit. Continue reading
Sweet child of mine what am I doing?
It is here, the big day, the day I Sophie Fox, who once ate a kebab I found in a drawer, is running a marathon. Continue reading
Bonsoir mes Chers Lecteurs! Ca va?
Okay – that is the extent of my written French. I am a fluent speaker, and by fluent I mean some brie and a bottle of vin rouge and I think I am Coco Chanel when I probably sound like the policeman from Allo Allo: Continue reading
No your eyes are not deceiving you – it is I, Sophie Fox. Messing up your timeline with the kind of self-obsessed drivel that makes Donald Trump sound like the Dalai Lama.
Happy Christmas, Winter Solstice, Hannukah, New Year, Dry January, and Pancake Tuesday.
I have decided to start writing again. Mainly because my dad keeps bugging me about it but also, I feel like you, Dear Reader, were so welcoming to me nearly two years ago and I am not repaying the favour. It is the equivalent of bringing round a bottle of cheap plonk to a dinner party and then drinking the Verve Cliquot someone else brought.
I would never do that btw…
most every social occasion
Hi there you
Yes its been blimmin ages since we last spoke. Loads of things have happened: I turned 30, my best friends got engaged (choir included), and I had half my cervix scoped out in Wythenshawe.
Yeah, I snook that in on purpose.
Now I know it is uncharacteristically sunny for the UK at the moment so I will forgive you if you cant be bothered reading this or you are too distracted by the stench of human sweat on public transport that you will tell me you read it but haven’t. It’s fine. It’s very hot.
Standard public transport this week.
I know you probably don’t care but I am now a fully committed member of Weight Watchers.
Afternoon lovely person!
I know you are probably on the edge of your seat wanting to know how I got on at the British Ice Skating Championships..
*dramatic music and tension building drum roll
I only came blimmin first!!!!
Me in my office on Monday
Apologies to those of you who are friends with me on Facebook or who work with me, or who have ever met my parents, you probably know all about this by now. But for those very few of you who don’t – no I am not drunk or joking. I actually won!!