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I thought after going on 5,000,000 first dates and having five or six boyfriends, I’d probably experienced and reported everything I could possibly experience or report in the realm of romance. I was wrong.
This is about getting a husband. And – more to the point – a house in the city you love.
I am hoarse saying that the government needs to prioritise the creation of a big fake hot sun to put in the sky between October and February.
FUNDAMENTAL IDEOLOGY: DON’T BE YOURSELF
Girls, I am writing to you from a very precarious position. I am either on the brink of total mental collapse or enlightenment. Either way, I have come to a conclusion: our telephones are ruining our lives. And they have got to go. Let it be known that I am not writing an anti-smartphone manifesto…
It’s commonly accepted that people in relationships are smug to the point of insufferability. If we take a look at the most important text of the last hundred years, Bridget Jones’s Diary, we can immediately see that smugness is a curse upon people in relationships and their long-suffering friends. Bridget asserts that “smug marrieds don’t…
Allow me to set the scene: I’m in a bikini top and pyjama shorts and still sweating buckets due to the unearthly heat in Dublin today, there are ten people chain smoking in my sitting room, and we’ve just set a series of traps in the corridor because we discovered an enormous rat in the…
The graduate abyss has been looming over me, and many people like me, since early adolescence. When I say “people like me,” I mean people who decided at age 13 that they hated maths and determinedly embarked on a path that they knew would result in an arts degree and absolutely no job prospects. As soon as…
Listen girls, I know I’ve been quiet for a while. I know it’s unacceptable that I disappeared during the horniest, most isolated, most difficult-for-dating era of our lives. The good news is that a Sex and the City reboot has been announced, and while Kim Catrall may have boycotted the rebirth of SATC, I couldn’t…
Well girls, Christmas is over, and it’s time to get back on that grind. I’ve spent the majority of the last few days smoking rollies and listening to Doja Cat, so I’m feeling particularly inspired. I’ve been at home in Belfast for a while now, and I must say, I absolutely fancy literally every single…
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