people on the internet vs. people in real life

We all have an online persona. To tell you the truth I’m actually a balding middle aged Moroccan guy with a penchant for glitter and an unhealthy obsession with Bill Oddy. But how would you actually know if I wasn’t? I guess seen as the only people who read my blog are my mum and Karen from down the road I can be pretty sure my entire readership know who I really am (although I do also love glitter). Continue reading “people on the internet vs. people in real life”

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the struggles of being a disorganised bastard

If you have plans with me currently, and have known me for some time, you probably expect me to announce at the last moment that I’ve fucked up my life and have quadruple-booked the day, arranging to spend it in four different corners of the country with seven different people. I am actually really sorry to all the pals that I have had to cancel on last minute, it’s a really shitty trait to have. If I do manage to stick to plans I am a serial latecomer, and most of my friends – and my workplace – have learned to expect me at least half an hour after the agreed time. Continue reading “the struggles of being a disorganised bastard”

a guide to pretending to adult for people who can’t adult at all

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt since ‘growing up’ and ‘becoming an adult’ it’s that literally nobody has a fucking clue what they’re doing. Quite literally, everyone is just winging it. That’s straight up real talk: from the CEOs to the shelf stackers, noone really and truly knows how to adult, and yet they manage to keep up the façade and convince other people they’re doing alright. Continue reading “a guide to pretending to adult for people who can’t adult at all”