One thing that no one ever tells you as they’re patting you on the back for going freelance (before quickly checking their bank balance online and returning home to roll around on a bed of lovely, comforting payslips) is that free lunches are no longer a regular part of your life.
You have to start paying for them yourself and everything tastes of ashes.
I’m sure that you’re familiar with the kind of email that I’m referring to. If you’re currently in a campaign that’s promoting an upcoming business event, you will definitely have received a ‘Sorry’ email. Continue reading
The worst thing that I have ever done in exchange for money was repeatedly writing, editing and being with a 30km radius of the following quote; “Poor people have big televisions. Rich people have big libraries.” Continue reading
I have a complicated relationship with Ricky Gervais.
As does everyone who’s ever encountered him, I would imagine. Continue reading
I saw a guy wearing a Deadpool onesie at the cinema last week. And I don’t mean a Deadpool suit, by the way, I really do mean a onesie; it was loose and a bit bobbly. Classic onesie. Continue reading
It’s that time of year when supermarkets get greedy, stick two fingers up to the chronological order of our calendars and awkwardly cram Valentine’s Day items next to Easter items, as if anyone, at the point when they realise that February is just a dreary 28-day extension of January, cares whether the chocolate that they put into their mouths, or anywhere frankly, is heart shaped or egg shaped. Continue reading
Gourmet Murder Kitchen is a not a cheap horror film, shot in the kitchens of a community centre in Basingstoke, with a plot that sees Gordon Ramsay pick off a cast of beautiful female trainee chefs. Continue reading