A really fucking boring subject, plus pecan plaits

I’ve sat down to write for the first time in a long time. With my brother’s soft old swimming hoodie on, speedo pyjama shorts sliding off my arse and a shower beckoning, I don’t look aesthetically attractive today. Yet somehow, I feel deeply sexy and full of Ruby Wax confidence. No one can smear thisContinue reading “A really fucking boring subject, plus pecan plaits”

From Sophie with love: An average ode to Bridget Jones

I’ve never understood how an actress who drunk sweet tea at rodeos in her home-state of Texas could be so in touch with me, a girl born in Rush Green hospital in Dagenham on an average Thursday. On an above average Saturday (31st Sep) I watched the third Bridget Jones film, Bridget Jones’s Baby, releasedContinue reading “From Sophie with love: An average ode to Bridget Jones”

Sophie in the Office with Rhys Ifans

Some days, working in a busy London office can seem relatively normal. I nod to people as I slip towards my desk in the mornings, and I sip my instant coffee in a mug that isn’t mine, all in a happy daze that four days a week I am a working woman, just a bitContinue reading “Sophie in the Office with Rhys Ifans”