Dear Diary:
We sat in a noisy mid-town restaurant waiting for the busy-as-hell waitress to bring us the overpriced bill. Although it was noisy, the drone wasn’t overpowering and, if anything, served as a screen for private chatter, blocking our neighbours’ attention as we shared some sushi and counted the cost of living in the Big Smoke.

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Dear Diary:She put her bag down and just stood there, smiling, her sun drenched hair hanging a little longer below her shoulders since the last time I’d seen her ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:At the beginning of the week, I spent two days in Düsseldorf (that’s in Germany for those whose geography is a bad as mine) for an exhibition with the rest of the senior designers from work. The boss seemed to think he was doing us a favour, dragging us on a 7am flight (check-in was at 5am) to go and look at some metal prongs and some ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:Each time I see my friend, she impresses me a little bit more. I already knew she was a smart girl, academic with big ambitions, but she then proved herself to be funny too, ridiculing herself at regular intervals during conversation ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:It’s the season of giving. Here are a few things I don’t mind sharing ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:Last Monday, my grandmother passed away. As some of you might remember, she’s fought lung cancer for the past four and a half years and, a few weeks ago, her health began to rapidly deteriorate. When I travelled to see her on the Saturday before her passing, she was so weak that she couldn’t speak and could barely nod at me as a held her ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:I turned twenty six last week. I wasn’t, and still am not, happy about taking this defining step towards thirty (when real adulthood is apparently meant to start), but take it I did, and I cushioned the blow by drinking myself into somewhat of a stupor and passing out on the floor ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:I’ve spent so little time with my family over the last few years that I’d almost forgotten why we no longer live together. I’d also somehow forgotten about how many things there are to argue about. Over the course of our six days in Vegas there wasn’t a single day where everyone was getting along. Believe it or not, but none of this was ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:London Bridge; I stepped out into the street, into the rain, disappointed at how the appointment went, frustrated at the lack of answers and, frankly, a bit pissed off. I pulled my collar up around my neck and then, as I went to turn the corner, a girl from my past cut across me from the other direction and stopped me in my tracks ( Read more... )

Dear Diary:In eight hours I’m going to be flying out to Las Vegas… with my family of all people. Not exactly how I imagined my first trip to Sin City but the opportunity of going to Vegas and have someone else organise absolutely everything was too good to pass up. The trip is a kind of celebration of my parents’ recent retirement and it struck me ( Read more... )