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, 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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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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Screw you guys, I’m going home

 

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This is it. Moving day.

And when I say moving day – I don’t mean “I’ve met someone and now we’re in love and going to live together” Day, or “I have saved so much money I can buy a house” Day.

This is “I have no assets, no relationship and I can’t afford to keep renting so I’m moving back in with my parents and I’m nearly 29” Day.

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Are you there Troll? It’s me, Sophie

Previously on “Sophie, She Wrote”…

…I had what I thought was quite an amusing email correspondence with a certain supermarket.

One guy wasn’t very happy about it.

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