Sophie, Ella Escribió

Hola Queridio! Apologies to all my Spanish fans (?) for my poor grasp of your beautiful language but no hablo español. Once again, as happens about every 6-8 weeks, I must apologise for the lack of posts recently.  In fact it has been two weeks since I last updated you on the car crash that is my life. I have no excuse why I didn’t post on 27th March.  I think I was feeling a bit uninspired.  I had managed to achieve the incredible feat of blocking myself out of my debit card AND then blocking myself out of the unblocking debit card facility at the cash machine. I also bought a book called How To Get A Grip – if that is any indication of how I was feeling. (A must read btw)

This is the only kind of grip I will ever probably get. Well done to whoever invented this!

This is the only kind of grip I will ever probably get. Well done to whoever invented this!

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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

So Many Activities So Little Time

Hi there Dear Reader,

How’s it going?

mm hmm, really? wow! Thanks for the update.

If you can’t already tell by the previous sentence I may have gone a little mad.

Turns out I am not very good at multitasking, which is not ideal when I am combining a pretty stressful day job, ice-skating training  (yes this is still happening), writing this little bubble of joy AND now writing for Time Out.  You’d think I’d be so busy I wouldn’t have time to eat but somehow I have managed to maintain my cuddly exterior.

Sod’s blimmin law.

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I think I need a Time Out!

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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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The One With the Script-Writing Class

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Evening All,

Hope you had a truly splendid week.  I hate to be one of those people but hasn’t January just flown by!

FYI, as well as people who state the obvious, the list of people I don’t like also includes noisy eaters, sniffers (dear Lord please blow your nose), and thin people.  Not for any other reason than the fact that they are thin.  Thin people who also eat hamburgers and moan about how they can’t put on wait – you guys are the worst! Continue reading