NEW: Downing Street staff and Boris Johnson pictured drinking wine in the No 10 garden last May when the rest of the country was limited to meeting just one other person socially outdoors.
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Boyfriend and I had some pretty vicious homophobic insults and threats hurled at us by two young women as we walked in front of them earlier. A crowded place. Broad daylight. I must admit, this is starting to wear me down.
If your girlfriend or boyfriend got the A-level results they wanted and is off to university, cherish these next few weeks together – you’ll be dumped by Christmas.
If your boyfriend or girlfriend got good A-level results today and is going to university, enjoy the rest of the summer together – you'll be dumped by Christmas.
What is the most boomer complaint you have? Mine is I think people take their dogs too many places for my taste and also I think everyone should be more punctual.
My Yorkshire grandma died 8 years ago today. She once ran off with a postman but Grandad lured her back with promises of “one new dress a week”. The postman won a huge sum on the pools the next day. The. Next. Day. “Biggest win ever,” she’d tell me, between long drags on a B&H.
Back in May 2017, I watched two
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Blind Daters fall in love right there on the page and predicted they’d get married. Today, I’m at their wedding! I went back to review my first review:
I also think about this deranged oversharing adult constantly. Please read this, it’s amazing. A letter to a national newspaper complaining a teenager left you on read.
Move over, mince pies: Percy Pig Pies are here! Crisp pastry with a fruity filling, Percy-flavour sponge and pink fondant icing, topped with... Percy, of course. In store now.
I really want to be that one friend of Meghan Markle's who takes an epically long drag of a Marlboro Menthol and says, "Babe, are you ABSOLUTELY sure about this?"
Please someone invent a time machine so all these people obsessed by getting everyone back in the office can go back and be the Victorian mill-owners they’re so desperate to be
I want to go to a hot country, sit outside at a café, order a soft drink that is not available in the UK, and stare into the middle distance until it’s dark
It’s 11 years today since my Yorkshire grandma died. She once ran off with a postman but eventually returned to Grandad. The postman won a huge sum on the pools the next day. The. Next. Day. “Biggest win ever,” she’d tell me, often, between deep drags on a B&H.
Every now and then (daily), I remember that a magazine tried to expose Vanessa Feltz as a secret custard drinker so she went on the radio and knocked back a whole glass live on air. What a woman.
OK, so here's ME, on the cover of Guardian’s Weekend! So thrilled! Catch me in my favourite mag this Saturday, celebrating 10 years of the Blind Date, going behind the scenes of my favourite obsession. Also: OMG
Devastated about Guardian Weekend, Guide, and Review. Weekend is truly my favourite magazine – reviewing the Blind Date column was a joy, writing for them was a dream come true, and I still can’t get over being on the cover last year. Such a wonderful team to work with too. 💔
What common phrase do you loathe for absolutely no reason? Mine is when someone refers to a place they used to live as their ‘old stomping ground’ – makes my teeth itch.
Only two more shopping days until every straight man you know marches into Boots, sweeps his arm along the 3 for 2 gift shelf and buys whatever falls into his basket.
If your job involves making sure someone gets paid, that's the most important part of your job. You are light. You are heat. You are food. You're the difference between a day staring at the wall and a day breathing easy. Don't mess with people's lives. Pay them.
Today would’ve been my paternal grandmother’s 92nd birthday. She once ran off with a postman but was eventually convinced to return to Grandad. The postman won a huge sum on the pools the next day. The. Next. Day. “Biggest win ever,” she’d tell me, between long drags on a B&H.
This previous attack was just five weeks ago. I’m 45, so I’ve had around 40 years of this. It never gets any less frightening. Is this forever? What about when I’m too old to walk quickly away? Or can’t see or hear them coming? Basically, I’m fucked.
My post-vaccine high was marred somewhat by a random stranger shouting homophobic abuse as they cycled past me walking down my own street to go home. Look forward to thinking about those five seconds forevermore!
This whole “smartphone zombie” thing is a digital update of the slating I used to get for sitting quietly reading a book on my own. If you want people to look up from their phone and talk to you, be more interesting maybe?!
30 years ago today, to go on GCSE study leave early, I had to get all my subject teachers’ signatures. My PE teacher asked if I was leaving early so I could go to London and be a rent boy. I’m marking the day by appreciating how far I’ve come, while he is still a cunt, probably.