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In Pursuit of Happiness

I should probably be heading to bed but I wanted to write one more entry before the year is out. It's that time of year when people start evaluating their lives and thinking about the year ahead. In 2008, I made a to-do list for the next year to roughly complement my 'life to-do list'. It felt good to cross off all the items (ok, most but let's face it, I was never going to get fit). I made no such list at the end of 2009.

Late Expectations

A female friend recently tweeted the following: ‘Work colleague has just come back fuming from a first date where they went dutch. Should the man always pay?’

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Me: Is 12.30pm too early? We could meet at Canary Wharf, have lunch at Carluccio's and then walk over to West India Quay for a movie? Buried is on at 2.30pm. The trailer/premise is terrible but it's got good reviews.

P: Sure, but it all seems a bit disorganised... Could you put into an Excel doc and email it over to my PA? I'll discuss it with the board and see if it's workable. Have you got any 2009 data that will support this?

Me: Ok, point taken.

Private Eye


I’m a teensy bit under the weather today so am using that as an excuse to spend (waste) some time on Twitter. I found a link to a really interesting blog entry: Flickr Perversion by Dr Alec Couros (via @labnol and @mathewi). In short, it describes how pictures of Alec’s four year old daughter were ‘favourited’ by a person whose account linked to pages and pages of pictures of semi-clothed pre-teen girls. If you have a look at the screen grabs, you’ll get an idea of what the images were like.

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Little sister: I feel all grown up and responsible. I record delivered that letter.
Me: Lol. You can call yourself grown up and responsible the day you graduate.
Sis: The day I have a kid Ill call myself responsible – not right now.
Me: How about the day you learn to use apostrophes?

All Animals Are Equal

A couple of weeks ago, as A-level students began their scramble for the last university places, I read a statistic that made me want to weep: last year, of 80,000 children who were eligible for free school meals (i.e. the very poorest kids in the country), only 45 got to Oxford or Cambridge (less than 0.06%).

A (Not So) Suitable Boy

When do you know that the person you are with is not ‘the one’? And, more importantly, what do you do about it?

I think I realised mere months into my relationship with my now ex-husband. In fact, I remember the exact day. It was five years ago today. Four bombs had gone off across London and our beloved city lay frozen in disbelief.

Sisters in Arms

A few days ago, I watched The Godfather for the umpteenth time. I’ve always loved gangster films; Goodfellas, A Bronx Tale, Carlito’s Way, The Untouchables, Scarface and possibly Donnie Brasco are some of my favourite movies of all time. The blood, violence and loose morality of our anti-heroes have never bothered me – in fact, I think they’re necessary to the genre. 

Fair Share

In the last seven days, I’ve told complete strangers the following seven things:
  • I’m nursing a celebrity crush on Michael Bublé
  • I hate flying American Airlines
  • I watched Shahrukh Khan’s interview on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross
  • I have Facebook friends in common with Salman Rushdie and Hanif Kureishi
  • I eat a lot of pizza
  • Where I was on Saturday morning
  • Did I mention the crush on Michael Bublé? (Don’t laugh. I haven’t felt his way since Jordan Knight.)

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Things change after you lose someone close to you. For a while, the change is big and dramatic. You wake up every day and you feel the loss echoing through your chest. Your movements seem slower, your regrets cut deeper. But as time passes, life slowly begins to resemble normality again. First you find that you can get through the day with dry eyes. Slowly, you stop crumbling when people say ‘I’m sorry’. Eventually, you remember how to smile again. For some, this happens within days; for others, months – maybe years.