A survival Guide to the Breakup apocalypse

  We have all been there right? Whether you’re a fur toting London honey, a sun soaking New Zealander or a Canadian snow bunny, we have all been broken hearted. Walking around like the Grim Reaper; haggard skin, heavy eye bags and a hollow look on your face that resembles the anti christ. This is…

Dating in London – Catching a Decent Date (part one)

The Twenties can be a very conflicting age. Priorities for people range from ‘Can I afford that Five Guys burger?’ to ‘Can I afford my child’s daycare?’. Yep, half of us are Insta-spamming with our engagement bling and popping babies out like tic tacs. The other half are a harem of single, broke bitches still blacking out on a…

Dating on Vacation – “Beware of Vacay Bae”

Courtney and I are swapping travel stories while walking up Primrose Hill, convinced we are proficient gym bunnies. We squat and lunge on the grass with a stellar view of London. She’s returned from solo travelling to Cinque Terre, Italy, and has the bronzed glow to prove it. “So where did you stay, on the…

In the City: Things I’ve learned being Single in my Twenties

I remember stepping off The Heathrow Express in Paddington for the first time. I had this vision. I was going to be a slim and sexy Carrie Bradshaw-esque woman who teetered along to gallery openings puffing on her Vogue cigarette, and sipping dirty martini’s. I’d be wined and dined by eligible bachelors and essentially I…

Dating in London – First Dates, not Soulmates

I’m sprawled across my bed on a Sunday, window’s flung open because yet again it’s a city heatwave. There’s nothing to do in a London heatwave except stand still and sweat. Which is exactly what I’m doing in my Tommy Hilfiger underwear with a towel wrapped around my head. Redbone is playing softly on my…