Author Archives: Groupie for the Underdog
Oh hello Blog! How I have missed you. I am back now to tend to you like a metaphorical rose garden needs the occasional snip and water to keep it looking lush. Twelve weeks of Comedy Course have passed and I have learnt so much. Yesterday’s last session however, and this isn’t necessarily a negative, has made [...]![]()
Like Samantha Brick, exquisitely beautiful author of the article Why women hate me for being beautiful, I suffer on an almost daily basis with the downsides of being, well, an exquisitely beautiful creature. I feel it might be time, in light of the media shit storm that La Brick has whipped up with her pokey stick, that [...]![]()
I say this mostly to my blog, for it is still an integral pack of who I am, even though I have successfully ignored it for the last month. I am sorry, little one. The things I have been filling my time with, however, have been for what I like to refer – ‘The Greater Good’. [...]![]()
Comedy class on Week 2 was amazing. Admittedly, I may write about next Saturday’s class in a totally different light. The nature of the course leads me to believe that my whole journey will be of a bumpy nature with little stumbles, purely joyful moments and hurdles of varying sizes and shapes. I’m ready for [...]![]()
I have a couple of new readers who aren’t related to me or contractually obliged to lurk around my blog so I would like to say “Hi!” and thank you for reading. This week has been uber busy but mostly productive and positive. At least that is how I am choosing to look at it. [...]![]()
It is 22.46 on a Monday night and I am watching episodes of Geordie Shore, back to back. (If you want to picture the scene in its accuracy, I am in my PJ bottoms, hair undone, mascara smeared down one side of my face from the bath I took four hours earlier. I have just finished the last [...]![]()
I’m not going to lie. The first person I saw after my very first comedy class this afternoon was my beloved Fox, and as I greeted him, and his arms engulfed me as only they can, I let a little tear escape my squeezed-shut lids. It wasn’t as though we had to do anything really, [...]![]()
I allowed myself, as I do every time, to invest so much hope in this day dedicated to Saint Valentine. Every single year, since I have been conscious of this particular holiday, I have secretly (and then not so secretly) hoped for something. As a child of about eight or nine, I can still remember [...]![]()
I’m still here I promise. Things are ticking along nicely but I have been completely wrapped up in my nail projects of late and everything else, including my blog has taken a back seat. I am looking to remedy that. Once things die down a little I will be looking to put as much of [...]![]()
I’ve recently been pooling some of my creative skills into a minor project that makes me very happy indeed. A little thing called nail art. No really, it’s an actual thing. A very popular one at that if what I’m hearing from the responses is to be believed. Friends are going loopy for my fijazzled* [...]![]()

