101 posts tagged work
5 ways to survive a panic attack - by me, for Buzzfeed.
For I know of what I speak, etc.
11 foolproof ways to get through diet season - by me, for Buzzfeed.
The 10 emotions we all experience in Primark - by me, for Buzzfeed.
Including queueing, which counts as an emotion when you’re British.
My top 10 TV episodes of 2013, for Shortlist.com.
Do you know your Florentino from your Fermina? I made a Love in the Time of Cholera quiz for Shortlist.com. Take it, you bitch! Take it now!
By me, for Buzzfeed.
Look at the couple on the left. Then look at the tree. Then look at what’s in the tree.
10 wedding photos that are so creepy you’ll file for divorce even if you’re single - by me, for The Sunday People.
The doorbell rings, and it’s a package for you! But!
The postman isn’t buying your story that the ‘Sam’ this package is addressed to is short for ‘Samantha’. So he takes it back to the depot instead. Happy birthday, Sam!
More - by me, for usvsth3m
Hello! I am in this week’s LOOK magazine, opining about I’m a Celebrity… Buy it, please!
I solved Elan Gale Gate for usvsth3m. You’re welcome:
When US TV producer Elan Gale live-tweeted his in-flight spat with an annoying woman, we asked you who was wrong. And the poll results are in! In case you’ve forgotten, this is how the whole thing went down.
On Thanksgiving, Elan Gale reported this situation from a plane:
Our flight is…
So proud of working this GIF into an article.
When I was 21 I thought I was fearless. I wasn’t, of course - say the word ‘spider’ to me and I’d run a mile. But, during my teens I’d done slightly odd things like hitchhiking to Glastonbury Festival, and running away to the USA for a summer. Now I was fresh out of university, flat-sharing with friends, and having the time of my life. Sure, I wasn’t completely confident of what I wanted to do work-wise and my income depended on bar work, but who wouldn’t be happy boasting a guitarist boyfriend, a mane of waist-length, pillarbox-red hair, and their very own not-that-terrible-actually band? Not me. Life was good.
Until, very suddenly and completely without warning, it wasn’t. One morning, I was aimlessly browsing in Boots when the ground tilted sharply beneath my feet. My palms flooded with sweat and I was struck by the kind of wooziness you may have felt if, and I don’t mean to be presumptuous here, you’ve ever drunk too much cheap cider and urgently needed to be sick in a hedge.
With my stomach threatening to explosively empty itself, I scanned the shop for the closest exit. But by that point, the world was see-sawing so violently that I crashed headfirst into the mother & baby aisle and blacked out. Other shoppers looked on in horror as, when I came to, I clambered out from under a large pile of breast pumps and legged it.
I’d never experienced anything like it before, so naturally, I assumed I had somehow contracted Ebola, or that the zombie apocalypse had hit. But, after a restorative cup of tea, I felt perfectly normal again. And as I was neither bleeding from my eyeballs nor craving human flesh, I decided it was just one of Those Things.
However, the next day I went funny again in the local newsagent.