Tag Archive: Writing

It Started with Ballet Shoes

Earlier this week, I went on a Prince's Trust business start-up course. The long and short of it is I've definitely decided this is the way forward, so watch this space. But as I was sitting there, listening to our tutor, Emily Webb, talk about how her business began: How Oarsome Grips are the product of a GCSE Design and Technology project that hasn't ended, how she was the youngest person at the time to pitch on Dragons' Den and how her childhood ambition to become a psychiatrist was overtaken...

June 20, 2019 1:06 pm

Resolution One: The Tattoo

Resolution one is successfully completed. That’s right, I spent Friday afternoon getting inked by the super talented Jess, at Living Colour, Lincoln. I told you I’d have a good story to tell you for your Sunday evening read.

January 13, 2019 11:05 am

2019 Has to Mean Something More

Let’s be realistic. 2019 won’t consist of 365 wonderful days. You’re not gonna be awoken by your Prince Charming having magically entered the fairytale realm.

January 2, 2019 6:55 am

Silver Anniversary

It’s our Silver Anniversary. We’ve spent twenty-five glorious years together and we’re still in one piece – almost. I know I’m writing this a few days early, but let’s face it, you forced me to arrive into the world three months ahead of schedule, so what're a few days?

November 14, 2018 3:04 pm

The Letter I Wrote

It began when I was twelve in one of my English classes. We were asked to write about what it’d been like for us to start secondary school. Without knowing it, I’d laid all my insecurities, with regards to CP and “big school”, out on paper.

November 2, 2018 11:27 am

Ballet Was not the Career for me

So, here I go. First blog. First chapter. By no means my first set of wheels. This blog does what it says on the tin… I’m a budding journalist and, in case you hadn’t already guessed; I use wheels to get around.

November 2, 2018 11:24 am

Thursday's Child

Mirror, mirrorWe've been here before.I have listened.But you know the score.You know where you should beNot where you are,We, Thursday's childWill travel so far.But, you my dear,Have come to a halt.You must move onAnd look for no faults.Yes, you've had it roughIt's been hard, I knowNow, step forwardOr, our future will go.We will still live.That is a given,But our path will changeAnd we will be drivenBy hurt from the hopeOf what once could have beenFailing to rememberThe reality o...

October 17, 2018 12:00 am