We’ve all got that one annoying mate who decides when January comes around that a month off the sauce is somehow going to cleanse their souls and turn them into a health goddess. I get it, I really do. We all overdo it on the pigs in blankets over Christmas and come out the other side of December with slightly more padding than we intended to. We all chug 14 bottles of wine a day in the name of everything that’s festive. We all feel rotten as fuck after spending £3,529 on a G&T down the local NYE party and we most defo all feel the pain of the marathon wait for January pay day. But if you think that 30 days on the wagon – and on your high moral horse – is going to cleanse you of those xmas toxins you are fuckin barmy. Continue reading “fuck dry january”
My name’s Madi and I’m a sugarholic.
Like most people on the planet (saying that makes me feel better), I overindulged over Christmas. Prior to December, I’d actually managed to get into a nice routine of three meals a day, and kept snacking to a minimum (which is a momentous achievement for myself), but the festivities reeled me back in (much like a crack addict) to an earlier version of myself, who snacked all day on chocolatey goodness and slept past midday. Continue reading “sugar addiction: i’ve gone cold turkey”
Christmas is proper good innit. It’s acceptable to sit around in your pants, eating chocolate orange and watching shit TV. Like I’ve mentioned before, the Christmas spirit is all around us and we’re all a big ball of light and fun for three weeks in the calendar year. Continue reading “10 times you were the grinch in 2014”
So somehow we’ve reached mid-December, although I swear last week it was the beginning of October. Alas, it seems to be true that the older you get, the faster time goes (and I’m only 23 so it must be a blur to anyone over 30). So far this month, we’ve gotten excited by the war of the Christmas adverts (I’m team Sainsbury’s), we’ve marvelled at all the festive lights flying up around the country, and we’ve drank copious amounts of mulled alcohol (it’s Christmas after all, rude not to really). What I’m trying to say is that the festive spirit is in full swing; Santa Claus is coming to town in less than two weeks! Continue reading “the unofficial rules of london underground”
So whereas yesterday I woke up feeling like P Diddy, things have taken a slight turn today and I’ve awoken feeling a little more like Kerry Katona – skint. Now, you can be forgiven for thinking that it’s my own fault I’m feeling brassic on this Sunday afternoon; I’m the first to admit that I’m not the most financially savvy girl on the planet. Some (most) Sundays I wake up feeling robbed, having spent a small fortune on drinking voddy ‘til the early hours. But this Sunday was something a little special: I woke up having actually been robbed. Continue reading “weekend robbery”
So as we get a little older, and life (that cruel mistress) forces us into the world of work, there comes a time when we resign ourselves to the idea that we’re probably getting
very a bit boring. Hangovers become three-day battles, night’s out actually feel like a chore (“you mean, you want me to leave the sofa for a whole evening?!”) and you find yourself getting excited by the Great British Bake Off (love ya Mary you foxy bitch). Continue reading “christmas party etiquette”
So, at the risk of going all BuzzFeed on everyone, I’m going to try out something a bit different here, and take a break from writing about politics and the weather (how fucking boring am I?).
Seen as though Christmas is looming just around the corner with it’s big sexy festive hat on, I thought this would be the perfect time to talk about my absolutely favourite fictional character in the history of the world (besides Voldemort): Kevin McCallister. Continue reading “kevin mccallister for president”
I figure I should kick off my posting on here with something topical. And seen as though it’s nearly Christmas (SANTAAAAAAA!!! I KNOW HIM!!!) I’m going to kick things off with a little ode to Christmas shopping… Continue reading “christmas cheer (and festive loathing)”