Keep Calm and Marath-On

Hi there its Sophie Fox, Marathon Runner here.

*smug face*

*smug face*

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

From Paris to Wythenshawe with Love

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

I don’t eat raisins but would you like a date?

Ta-da!

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…

Me at most social occaisions

Me at most every social occasion

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Sophie On Ice – The Results

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

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!!

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That escalated quickly

I am too cool.

I am too cool.

Hello Dear Reader,

I’m glad you have managed to overcome all the eclipse related excitement to stop by Sophie, She Wrote.

Today is an anniversary of sorts.  This time last year I sat down to watch Murder She Wrote and realised I had already seen it.

That kind of thing shouldn’t happen when you are 28 and it made me have a quiet word with myself.  I decided there and then that I needed to be doing something more productive with my life and I immediately marched outside shouted “Hello World!” and began to pursue my dreams. Continue reading

I think I need a Time Out!

TimeOut

Hey there Dear Reader!

Something pretty great has happened to me this week and, just in case you were too distracted by Madonna taking a tumble, I will repeat it for you now.

I am officially a guest blogger for Time Out Manchester!!

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Clocked – When Sophie, She Wrote Goes Dating

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Definition of Clocking from urbandictionary.com:

“A highly effective means of pointing out hot members of the opposite sex to your associates (usually in public) without drawing undue attention to oneself…”

E.g. “Dude 11 o’clock, totally hot babe checking you out!”


Hi there Dear Reader!

I have to explain that I am writing this at 23:37 on Thursday night.  I was just about to go to sleep in my extremely comfy and not at all sexy onesie when my friend Lauren sent me a Facebook link to a new app called Clocked.

Disclaimer – the following opinion on the Clocked app is supposed to be entertaining yet honest. This in no way should be taken as an endorsement or otherwise of the app or its users.  If it works I will thank them at my wedding.  If it doesn’t I will simply stay living with my parents for ever and ever and ever and ever… 

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