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
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.
Dear loveliest Reader
I come bearing sad news.
I didn’t win at the UK Blog Awards.
I took it quite well though…
Me at UKBA15
Afternoon Dear Reader,
No, that was not a spelling mistake. I really did mean to say Bollards. Little, insignificant yet made of solid blimmin steel blimmin bollards to be precise.