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”

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a plea for Harry Potter-related help

If there’s two things in this world I enjoy, they are Harry Potter and boozing. Like many others (I hope), I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I waited patiently for my Hogwarts letter on my 11th birthday, I queued with countless other Muggle-borns to purchase my yearly novel, and I suffered in indignity when the time came to say goodbye following the final film.

Not one to let go of anything dear to my heart, I have since amassed a collection of four wands – two of which I lost on nights out and had to re-purchase – a Slytherin robe, six Harry Potter tattoos and countless themed paraphernalia. I like Harry Potter. Whilst on this collective journey, I have also honed a taste for cocktails of all varieties and when two loves go hand in hand it is hard to ignore the ignition of the heart.

So once again, Harry (or whoever you may be), I must ask too much of you…

Should you have a spare two minutes could you please visit my delicious Google forms page and help me with some market research? It may eventually lead to you receiving your own Hogwarts letter and infinite witchy good karma.

If you click RIGHT HERE it will take you to the form 🙂 FANKS!!!!

sugar addiction: i’ve gone cold turkey

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”