“You know, despite seeing him all the time, I still don’t think I want Matt as a long term boyfriend…”
“Then why do you hang on?”
“I don’t know… somehow… I just need to…”
That’s me talking to Maia a year ago. I was contemplating my escape from Matt’s greedy arms. But at that point there already was […]

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This is the last column I will write about my broken wrist. Still, what needs to be said needs to be said. Because I have to protect you, my readers, for making the same mistake I’ve made. You need to know: it was all Simply Red singer Mick Hucknall’s fault.
I was bold and reckless to […]

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It had been my imagination that breaking a part of my body would have it’s advantages. In a sick way I thought it would mean having the time of my life. Before I broke my wrist last week I had been secretly wishing for such a thing to happen. I wouldn’t have to go to […]

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Picture me and a snow covered mountain. The first day of my first ever snowboarding holiday. And for a first timer I was brilliant. I mean truly magnificent. My body, my board, the snow, the mountain, they worked together like a well-oiled machine. I even survived a nasty red slope. I was in control.
But then, […]

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