Hey kiddo, I intend for you to read this when you’re 18, so if all has gone to plan (and you haven’t internet stalked me and read this years ago) it is now <quick bit of counting on fingers…> 2030 and you’re a strapping young man with the world at his feet. I bet you’re… Continue reading An open letter to my two year old son: What you need to know about girls.
Dear Milton Keynes, I love you. Perhaps that’s a bit forward, but it’s true. I was out and about in you yesterday, on the most beautiful early spring day and you were looking amazing. Now I know that everywhere looks great in the sunshine, but you REALLY do. Like, really really do. Because you are super young… Continue reading A love letter to my home town
Hey, It’s me. Well, you. You’re about to hit 30 (don’t worry, you don’t look a day over 25) and I thought you might appreciate some advice to help you survive the next few years… 1. Your music taste won’t get any cooler (you’ll always have a weakness for a boy band). Embrace it. Ignore… Continue reading A letter to my teenage self