A car crash guide to surviving life
A modern love story.
By a man.
Picture the scene. A dimly lit pub in Hackney that smells faintly of beer and pork scratchings.
It was a cold and miserable Saturday night when NSF burst into my room bearing excellent news.
I’d like to start this off by saying that my mother is MUCH better at life than I am.
Disclaimer: I wrote this article eating a chocolate mini roll that tasted like it was made in my dreams.
This time last year I got a very nasty shock.
My love life as of recently has been even more dire than usual. I know…I mean… I also thought we’d hit rock bottom people but APPARENTLY NOT. With the online…
I’ll admit I’ve been keeping this corker under my hat for a good while.
We Brits are not built for the heat.