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Jean-Paul Satre was wrong…

Satre was wrong when he said, “Hell is other people” because I know now being a resident of London, that hell is actually commuting. Commuting in London just absolutely fascinates me, mainly because people forget who they really are, all manners and etiquette are HURLED out of the steamy, overheated windows and London turns FERAL. Here’s some of the most common pitfalls and bugbears myself and other London folk experience on a daily basis. Once you’re crammed into a  ...

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THINGS I LOVE TO HATE

I’m a pretty positive person most of the time. Most of the time I like to think I look at life with a pretty sunny, Pollyanna-y disposition Sometimes though, things are just unavoidably bloody annoying though. I don’t mean huge life-altering moments of woe, or things that make you so angry that you have to have a Pantrum (like a tantrum, but you feel so mad that there’s nothing left to do but pull down your pants), but just niggly annoying THINGS. Pet peeves if you will. And as it’s  ...

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things I have learnt about sex and dating

Thank god for Lena Dunham. The girl has arrived and shown how jolly difficult and perilous dating and sex can be in your twenties. I’m nearly 26 and have been single since I was 18. I’ve had my fair share of dating disasters. Some of them have been heart-breaking, some hilarious but they all have one thing in common. I HAVE LEARNT from them. I am A WISE WOMAN. Seriously. Here’s a few things I have so far learnt from me and my friends and our combined dating experiences. Dates are just an  ...

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what they should REALLY teach kids in school

AHOY THERE BLOG LOVERS. Hope you’re all jolly and embracing life. I know I certainly am, I’ve barely had time to sup down a gin let alone write a blog. It struck me the other day, when did life get so blooming complicated? Granted, I was at the time late for work, trying to pay for my prêt latte in 2p pieces whilst also having a nosebleed and trying to keep it secret from the barista , because I was worried he’d assumed that my nose was bleeding because I was a coke addict  ...

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