James and all his penises

Recently, I met up with my friend, Ruth, for the first time in ages. Ruth is a legend – a bit unreliable but infinitely supportive and compassionate, and hilarious. We met when I was her supervisor, several years ago.  Recently, she said “being friends with you is like the bit in the Wizard of Oz,…

No Post-wank Concluding Remarks

I am playing with fire. And you’d think I’d know better, given my past experiences with house fires. I’ve been debating whether to write about this, as I’m embarrassed. A few weeks ago I wrote about James – the guy I was friends with in 2011 and we ended up having naked fun a few…

Why are we whispering?

On Saturday night I went clubbing, with a group of girls. Unfortunately, the club was not busy. The dance floor was pretty empty. The music was great, but it was pretty niche. After saying goodbye to my friends, I was faffing about with the Uber app outside the club, when I thought I want to…

Love and the Zeigarnik effect 

Yesterday, I felt the happiest I’ve felt in months. I was driving home from work, with my tunes up slightly too loud, singing along and I couldn’t stop smiling. The spell has broken. The sun has come out after months of rain and grey skies. I’m not in love with Whipperspawn anymore. (I renamed the…

He lied about his age!

I really thought I’d written my last post about Whippersnapper. The whole of WordPress probably breathed a collective sigh of relief when I blocked him – at long last I would stop talking about him. Alas, no. The plot thickens. The cornflour has been added, as my friend would say. So, I had blocked him.…