Category Archives: Love ‘n’ Stuff

Taming the Green-Eyed Monster

I admit that I used to let jealousy get the better of me. I would let it eat away at my insides and never tell anyone about it until, eventually, inevitably, it would come spewing to the fore. I would … Continue reading

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Sticking Up for Posh

So many people despise Posh Spice. They think she’s moody, too thin, thick, miserable, and not good enough for the divine David Beckham. Personally, I’m sick of the bad rap poor old Posh gets. When the ‘lovely family man’ David Beckham cheated on her with … Continue reading

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A Bolt from the Blue

The other day, I received a rather surprising Facebook inbox message. It was from Mr P’s ex-girlfriend, who I’ve told you about before. I was perturbed somewhat to see her name peeking from my inbox but, with Mr P sitting … Continue reading

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The Rules of Engagement

Miss U, a girl I work with, is soon to undergo an arranged marriage. Although I don’t necessarily agree with this method of coupling, I do understand that she has been brought up to expect this and that for her, … Continue reading

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Un-Kate-Ful

My dearest friend, and Maid of Honour, Katie Cat, has a lovely boyfriend, Mr F, who has a tendency to buy her God awful Christmas and/or birthday presents. Consequently, she used to tell her mum what she would like prior to the … Continue reading

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Mrs P To Be

One bridge. Two people. A million padlocks on a bridge in Paris. The padlock is chunky and silver, initials roughly etched into it with a tiny screwdriver. A ring dangles from the loop, clenched uncomprehendingly in trembling fingers. He drops to … Continue reading

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Pants on Fire

Recently, I have come across a hell of a lot of lies shooting out of the mouths of men in my acquaintance. My sister, the Redhead, has recently split with her boyfriend after he lied about cheating on her. This came shortly … Continue reading

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