Boom
I turned 30 last month. I finally admitted, under duress and in the face of unyeilding mathematics and biology, that I’m not a kid anymore.
Tag Archives: dating
Get get get get over it
I am fuming. It’s half past ten on a steamy Thursday night and I’m miles from home on a terrifyingly overcrowded dark platform. The next train isn’t due for ages. The tube strike has broken London’s transport system and everyone is miserable. At least I’m not alone in that.
Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong
You know what a really great dating app would do? It would scan your Google search history for all your weird musings and secret questions then match you with someone who’s been equally curious about the same things. Or, if not possible, at least match you with someone who is at essentially the same level of weirdness as you.
I hate this feeling, but I love this part
Because being an Australian in London is apparently much like being in high school again, let’s talk about boys, shall we?
The children of the dirt
I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.
John Salt & Strathconians
‘Oh my god!’ I say, ever so wittily.
‘Oh my god,’ she returns, also demonstrating an enviable mastery of the English language.
The Tinderfairy Godmother: time to swipe, princess
Bibbity bobbity beau?
An unsettlingly big place 