I have been back in therapy for five weeks now, and once again, I’m bloody nailing it. I am Da Best at therapy.Continue reading
Yes, it’s true. Wave your flags, sound off your cannons, and rejoice in the streets. I am back.
It’s been a while! My last post was in February, and you can imagine, a shit load has changed since then. Mainly this:Continue reading
It’s February: the most romantic month of the year. Hence, renaming it Februromantary, because it is as accurate as it is catchy.
On Sunday 19th January 2020, my oldest sister Lavasa passed away. She was 49.
2019 is fast coming to an end. This year has honestly been one of the best I’ve had in a long time, and I can sum up my feelings for it in two words: Busy and Proud.
Good news everyone- yer gurl is getting feelings again. I am no longer an emotionless robot. It is terrifying.
Today is a sad day. A day of distraught. Of tears. Of loss. A day filled with misery, ending with crippling loneliness and despair. For today is the day that I am not allowed to watch EastEnders. And I am heartbroken.
Yes, the Fringe is well and truly over for another year. This was my fourth year performing at it, and the second time Fonmanu Creative produced a show. It’s also the first year I’ve made a profit, yaaaaaas!! I’m the ultimate baller now £££$$£££$$£££$££$ Ker-CHING. But asides from that, how was it? Weird.
WE’RE ALMOST AT THE END OF WEEK ONE! I’m not gonna lie, I’m exhausted and on the tail end of a massive anxiety attack which was brought on by being a big ole drunky drunk. A big ole fun drunky drunk, but a drunky drunk nonetheless. Anway, how did it go?!
It’s been two weeks since the debut of “Don’t Talk To Me About Love”. How did it go? Phenomenal. Honestly, absolutely smashed it, and I’m hella proud. Hannah Rachel Cruickshank and Amelia Bayler both absolutely killed it, so it was mega great work all round.