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 this

I’m calling you out on your double standard bullshit

It’s been an interesting and long week in politics, and I almost can’t be arsed to write this article because I’m sick of talking about it, of hearing Donald Trump’s name one more time, of hearing anything political at all because it’s all gone to shit. But I’ll write it anyway, hold tight. Last week,

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, released

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 bit

Happiness or full-time employment?

As a newly graduate, there is a huge stigma surrounding job-hunting. Finding a full-time job after you’ve thrown your hat into the air seems like a natural step for many of us, and yet not all of us want it. Yesterday I was offered a full-time job as a junior marketing associate with a top