August 14, 2014

Now blogging here: 


January 09, 2013

Come and see... 


September 03, 2005

Follow the yellow brick road.... 

I have moved to a new blog. Come and see!



August 23, 2005

Come fly with me 

Nearly two years ago I sat at my desk in a job that meant nothing to me and typed the word “blog” into Google. A month later I had one of my own. I'd intended it to be a reaction against the Bridget Jones phenomenon that implied eating was wrong, being stupid was cute and if you didn't have a bloke to bring stability to your life then you were pretty much fucked.

Over the last couple of months I've been feeling uneasy about my association with Bridget. There are some similarities between us, I grant you. I'm a little clumsy, I (used to) work in marketing and I still can't quite kick the smoking habit. But that is where it ends. I eat healthily and without guilt, I'm certainly not stupid, and during the course of this blog I've been both single and in a relationship and, importantly, have remained the same person throughout.

I've loved writing this blog and I'm flattered that people have kept coming back to read it. But during the last year my life has changed significantly and "Bridget Who?" no longer fits, "Ms Jones" no longer fits.

And so I invite you all to follow me on the next stage of my journey. If you've enjoyed reading "Bridget Who?" then I really hope you'll enjoy... After the Rat Race.

See you in my next life!

August 22, 2005

Writer's Block 

*drums fingers*

What to write, what to write?

August 16, 2005

Su Doku 

"So there's a 2 there, and a 2 there, so there must be a 2 here and that means that because there's a 3 there and a 3 down here, then there must be a 3 across there. There's a 4 here and a 4 there so the 4 in this group can be here, here or here, so I need to figure out what goes there and there and across there, which means that if there's a 5 here and here and a 4 down there, then this box can either be a 6, a 3 or a 9..."

I looked up to find I'd missed my stop.

August 08, 2005

Rat Race Retreat 

Sweet Lord above! I thought getting out of the rat race was supposed to make life slower, calmer and less hectic.


Here I am running round like a blue arsed fly, holding down a part time job, applying for an MSc, re-mortgaging, doing my accounts, steeling myself for my tax return and trying to secure some freelance writing work on the side to keep me afloat.


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