Poem – My Red Mustang

Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car.   A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior.   Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…

Today = My Birthday Annnnnnd Nobody Cares

I think back to how my mother must have felt 24 years ago, spread eagle, screaming ‘get this baby out of me’! The exorcism had nothing on my delivery I’m sure. Yet despite being the best possible gift my parent’s could have ever received on the Eve of Christmas, the passing of time certainly helps…

Poem: A Job Is A Job

Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl.   Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams.   Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…

5 People To Avoid at the 24/7 petrol station:

We’ve all been in this position, you’re travelling late at night, maybe coming back from the airport or from burying your noisy neighbour once and for all, when you suddenly get a little peckish. Pulling over to the nearest fuel station seems like the wisest thing to do and you begin dismounting your 4 by…

The Worst Christmas Gifts You Could Ever Receive

Whoever said it’s the thought that counts and not the gift has obviously never received a multipack of wet wipes or a tin opener on Christmas morning. Get your head out the clouds sunshine and understand the hard cold facts that there are hard cold individuals out there who think that the below could actually…

Why You & I Both Hate Shopping

Nothing sinks my heart further into the pit of my stomach than the sight of two mums fighting over the same cable-knit jumper in the ‘Winter’ aisle, or better yet, one of them fighting with yours truly. Not that I would ever buy a cable-knit jumper or anything remotely resembling it but the point still…

Poem – Money

Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.   I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy?   Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…

The Erratic Emotional Stages Of The Jobhunt

Whether you lost your job for screaming at your manager who took the risk and asked you to staple the meeting pack together on one of your ‘fragile’ days, or, you quite simply swanned out the door without slamming it (as I would’ve done). The matter of the fact is, finding that next job can…

Are We Trapped As A Society To Work For Money And Not Passion?

Are we trapped as a society to work for money and not passion? For status and not enjoyment? “Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” – Confucius. But this is exactly my point, do we really have a choice? My short answer, in my opinion, is…

5 Short Courses That Could Save You Money.

Money can be tight sometimes, but before you get the hammer out to smash open Mr. piggy bank, let’s take a look at some courses which may cost you a bob or two today but may save you a fortune down the line: 1) Embroidery courses – so maybe you don’t fancy yourself holding a…

5 Extraordinary Jobs That I Never Knew Existed

If you thought working 9 to 5 was all about number crunching and pencil pushing think again: Certified Seat Filler Empty seats at some of the biggest events in TV are an absolute no no so random people may actually be paid to make up the numbers. My question is – how the hell can…

Why Being An Adult Isn’t Fun

Gone are the days when finger painting and daytime naps were as common as the cold. Instead , replaced by finger tapping and continuous bouts of the common cold! If only we knew as tiny humans, the pure agony that lay before us in the adult world. Let me list just a few for you:…

Eye

I haven’t worn glasses since the age of 10 and you can tell, my eye’s lazier than the cleaners who play candy crush in the cubicles at work. I had to wear an eye patch till the age of 8, and once they told me I couldn’t be saved, I chucked the glasses and with…

Earn That Wonga

5 ways you can make a little extra cash online Times are tough when the 9 to 5 just isn’t paying enough, but fear not, that extra bit of wonga will fingers crossed come flowing in with a little help from the list below: Online Tutoring Some people will pay any price to see that…

4 Freelance Budgeting Tips

Oh the joys of being freelance, no one trying to be your boss, no strict times to be in work for, and no food on the f*cking table! Or atleast that’s how it feels if you try and make a living the D.I.Y. way (initially atleast). So how can you survive living ‘minimalist’ until your…

Poem: Rorrim

  I control you. From the cradle to the grave, I will own you. You can smell me, hold me, taste me, lose me. Yet you cannot refrain from the goal to retain me. You lie to everyone about me, conduct deceitful acts to earn me, learn for me, learn from me, either way, like…