Bright blue polish on fingers and toes started as a cheap council-estate habit. Now it pops in every Reel and people recognise me by it before they hear the Essex accent.
I’m Giving Some Money Away To Subscribers
From now on, every single month, I am going to pick one subscriber at random and just give them five hundred quid. Proper English money.
I split with my new boyfriend after two weeks. I have no choice.
Well that was disappointing. For some reason I thought all men were suddenly great again. Now I have to beg to the one guy that can do the job properly. Good god, how have I fallen this far?
Living in Hackney While My Heart Lives in Essex
I grew up twenty-five miles away and it might as well be another country. Basildon doesn’t do this. Basildon does quiet Sundays and the sound of a kettle and my mum shouting up the stairs.
What Happens When Your Therapist Finally Gives Up on You
Then she asked about sleep. I told her the truth because lying to a therapist feels like extra work and I’m already knackered. Four hours if I’m lucky. Sometimes two. The 3 a.m.
Being Permanently Outraged but Still Dead Friendly
I can call someone “babes” and tell them their take is bare problematic in the same sentence. It’s an Essex thing. People never know whether to hug me or block me.
Romantasy Books Are Saving Us From Real-World Dating Disasters
Escaping into worlds where the men actually listen feels necessary when 2026 dating is this bleak. Female-gaze stories give the fantasy the real world keeps refusing.