The Token Women

I went to university with a woman-let’s call her Liv-who, some years after our university days had ended, I spotted walking up the street in the dead of winter wearing nothing but a pair of hotpants and a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan “I AM NOT A TOKEN WOMAN.” Liv could never have been mistaken…

What about the dad bloggers?????

It was just a joke, you know.  Just a little joke on Twitter.  You ladies, you just can’t take the bantz.  All I said was “Dads are better than mums and anyone who says they’re not is a man-hating harpy.”  God, anyone would think I’d walked into a W.I. meeting, shouted “Periods don’t hurt AT…

Why September is the REAL New Year

It goes without saying that New Year is awful. Last year, I returned to work having had one of the best New Year celebrations of my life, holed up in an enormous house in the countryside with twenty friends, only to return home and find that everything was bleak, bleak, bleak.  It was about minus…

Single Mum Cooks: Baked Eggs in Wonton Wrappers

Once upon a time, long, long ago, I lived in Japan. That was all many years ago now and a story for another day, but one of the longer lasting effects of my tenure in the Land of the Rising Sun (longer at least than my grasp of the Japanese language, which has all but…