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The Day I Talked to You About YNAB

on Jan 12, 2016

I want to talk to you about debt. Before you sniff in a derisory way and presume this is a sponsored post, I assure you – it’s not. But given I’m (probably) older than you, and have (probably) dealt with more debt that you, and – for the first time in my thirty-coughcough years – finally feel in control of my cash, I’ve been thinking for some time about talking to you about how I eventually put things right. And though I am not remotely an expert and can only talk to you from my own perspective… it’s my perspective, you know? And if this helps just one person, I’ll be happy. Like: Super Mario happy. This is likely to be pretty long, as I think it’s important to give some context as to how we got to where we were before I managed to pull ourselves out of it again. Some of it isn’t embarrassing, but some of it really...

The day with 2014

on Jan 1, 2014

Well, look who’s crawled out of the arse-end of 2013 and blogging a’fresh, like every other two-bit blogger in the blogosphere? I know. I have no shame. How are you then? Keeping well? Your hair looks fab, by the way. Have you lost weight? Insert other niceties here, and I’ll gloss over the startling absence – again – with hot, stabby nonchalance. If I told you I’ll miss 2013 I’d by lying. I know. The end of 2012? It wasn’t great. But I spent a huge part of 2013 (probably) clinically depressed, self-medicating with chocolate and tears and struggling to get out of bed. The tail end of 2012 was crap, but it was in 2013 where I hit rock bottom. Thankfully, I’m on the up again now; I have a job, steady writing work, and the promise of other things twinkling in my not-too-distant future. But I’ll always remember 2013 for the turd...

The day with the hoarding

on Apr 10, 2013

I’m a terrible hoarder. Whilst not quite storing mouldering newspapers, I’m not quite able to throw away university lecture notes, either. Our house is pretty small, so in the twelve(!) years we’ve been living here, things have … accumulated. Over the last few weeks we’ve slowly been de-cluttering ourselves, getting rid of old books, toys, DVDs and the like. It’s making a difference. Our dining room bookcases – once stuffed with my plentiful fiction collection – has now been pared down enough to accommodate the photo frames that had hitherto been collecting dust (quite literally) all across the top. Obviously, it’s not quite the textbook definition of minimalism, but it’s at least a start. I’ve also done things I hardly ever do. Like, clear up down the side of the TV cabinet, rather than just on top and inside it. I...

Protected: The day things might be getting better(?)

on Feb 17, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

The day it WAS King Richard III in that car park. Christ.

on Feb 4, 2013

King Richard III’s beens found under the asphalt of a fucking car park. Seriously. Look at those words, for Christ’s sake. It’s incredible. Okay, so he wasn’t Britain’s most revered monarch, but if Horrible Histories has taught me anything, it’s that he wasn’t quite the douche history/Shakespeare dictates, and the idea that the location of his burial was somehow lost and tarmaced over is just … madness. Also, am I the only one who thinks it’s kind of awesome that a king died in battle? That he wasn’t huddled in a bunker hundreds of miles away? He didn’t shy from his duty. Yeah, I know our current day princes are in the Forces but … I don’t know. Maybe I’m being unfair, but I find it hard to imagine any contemporary nobility sat stride our modern day equivalent of a horse and galloping into danger. I...

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