The other week I was at an awards do. It was a glitzy affair at the Hilton on London’s Park Lane (only a bloody purple on the Monopoly board!).
That last bastion of old-school masculinity, James Bond, is everywhere again.
Every man watching Bond leaves the cinema secretly pretending he is a secret agent,
What if we all had to be really honest on Facebook?
I’ve had one of those days where I am continually and inexplicably drawn to Facebook.
I don’t tend to make a habit of making people cry. I’d go as far as to say I avoid it completely.
There is a chance that you’ve stumbled upon this blog post because you searched for something like ‘incredibly loud sex’
Writing a first thing of anything is beyond hard but a blog has that narcissistic ‘look at me’ feel so the scrutiny is all the more intense.