I am aged 27, a born and bred Londoner, and easily irritated.
I started blogging in 2006, needing a place to write bullet point lists, and cliches about the annoying bits of life. Then it got personal. Here's the story so far in eight easy to chew steps.
Step one: finish university in 2007 with a couple of (largely useless) English degrees tucked firmly under belt. Persue a meeed-jah career as undervalued member of production team on live TV programme. Leave. Regularly work for free / a pittance. Give up. Get a secretarial temp job to finance shoes and holidays. Repeat for two years.
Step two: split with long term university boyfriend. Watch as intense three year relationship crashes to a halt. Mope, cry, blog, be surprisingly sensible, kiss some boys. Get over it.
Step three: while single, unemployed, in the midst of a friendship crisis and suffering through another rainy British "summer", book an eight month round the world trip. Plan to backpack through Australia, New Zealand, Fiji and roadtrip across America. Promise to leave in two months.
Step four: Meet hot, lovely (slightly younger) boy two weeks later.
Step five: Observe in wonder as hot new boy becomes The Boyfriend. Date for two months. Cry while reluctantly leaving Boyfriend in Heathrow departures. Leave blossoming long-distance relationship in hand of gods and go travelling. Lie on beaches. Work as a polo groom. Rejoice as Boyfriend doesn't shag anyone else for five months, defies Icelandic volcano and joins me in Australia. Backpack around the rest of world. Discover the limitations of a bunk bed as a couple. Cross America in one piece. Return home.
Step six: Move in with lovely Boyfriend.
Step seven: Three weeks later, listen as he drops a bombshell.
Step eight: Heartbreak. Resume life as a single 27 year old girl in London.
About The Blog
This my space to share my thoughts, not anyone elses. What's written here might amuse you, make you nod in agreement, irritate you or just keep you occupied for five minutes a day. I'm just getting life off my chest.
If you know you're not supposed to be reading, maybe you're a friend or family member with a penchant for intrepid Googling, remember: no one's forcing you to read this blog, and I certainly haven't given you the address - so if you think you shouldn't be on here, or you don't like what you read - click away, and don't come back. And if you do want to stop talking to me as a result, send me a quick email to let me know before you go all quiet. It just makes things a little less awkward down at the pub. Thanks.
For the rest of you, enjoy. And while you're here, mind your manners.