Is it too late to wish you all a Happy New Year? It is? Well, hard cheese. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Tag Archives: New Year
Freelancer’s Prayer for 2013
In the name of the Printing Press, the Commissioning Editor and The Glorious Sub, Please, let someone get pregnant this year. Let someone take a lengthy sabbatical. Let someone decide to retrain as a teacher or hairdresser because it’s what they’ve always wanted to do. Let someone take some time away to finish That Book. [...]
Hey Ya!
Is it too late to wish people a happy new year? Tough. HAPPY NEW YEAR, READERS! (here, have some Matt Bomer looking into the future, dreamily.) Listen, there was a bit of a kerfuffle in the media at the beginning of the year, and that meant I was less able to perform my blogging duties. [...]
At Year End, A Look Back
Everything happened this year. Revolutions, riots, dictator deaths, economic crises, royal weddings, the release of Captain America, featuring Chris Evans’ giant pecs, Kelly Rowland and a selection of wigs appeared on a painfully mediocre X-Factor, , a fictional Prime Minister boffed a pig, and I cut off all my hair… I could go on, but [...]
New Year, New You Same Old You, But With Better PR
January brings – along with the bad weather – ridiculous and inherently human optimism. We join the gym in droves, we buy expensive kit to work out with/in. We buy books promising to lead us onto a new path of plenty, less stress and enchanted love. We swear off booze, fags, drugs and cheese. We [...]
2010: Don’t Look Back In Anger…
2010 is almost at an end, so let’s take stock, eh? A summary of a year in the life of Yoruba Girl Dancing [It's link-heavy, I warn you]: In January, I got interested in code-switching, enjoyed Clueless and Cupcakes and expounded on the joys of pub quizzes. February saw me get trapped in a lift [...]
MMX
Welcome to 2010, everyone. I’m sitting on the couch in my living room, the end theme of Doctor Who fading away (The Doctor Is Dead. Long Live The Doctor!), a hot water bottle clutched to my chest, socks pulled up to my knees. It doesn’t feel like the most auspicious of starts to a new decade, [...]
