Dora the Explorer in Singapura (not eating tempura)

I left the U.K. last Tuesday with a heavy heart (heavier bod all round if I’m being honest): after a year down under, it was great to be back home with my friends and family for a couple of weeks. My short trip home was an opportunity to savour all the culinary delights unavailable in…

I mean business

After six months of secrecy, I flew back to the U.K. last week. Surprising my sister for her graduation involved feeding her a barrage of lies, which included but were not limited to: “my visa doesn’t let me leave Australia”, “I blocked everyone on Facebook, not just you”, and “I’ll be arrested if I try to…

Running (to the fridge)

Three months ago, in a moment of two-pint delirium, I decided to run the Sydney Herald Half Marathon. Not deterred by my impressive lack of fitness or acute hatred of running, I believed this would be the perfect way to put my ongoing(?) #yearofsexy scheme in to action. Fast forward 11 weeks and here we…

We love the Coq

I’ve just had my best pal come out to Australia for three weeks of fun, food, and a lot of talking after nine whole months apart. Katy and I packed a lot (of calories) in, had a couple of near-death experiences, and even managed to get up to Byron Bay for a couple of days to…

Fattees at Patee’s

There’s nothing like the magic of a first date… The butterflies in the stomach. The fear that it’ll all end in heartache. The excitement that this might be the one. You’re taking a great leap into the wilderness, and who knows if you’ll make it through to the other side? Emily, who stayed with me over…

This little piggy went to market

Wednesday. Hump day. You’ve struggled through two whole days of work and here you are, at the midpoint with another 48 hours left until the weekend. You probably made a packed lunch for Monday in a fit of healthy optimism; Tuesday was Monday’s nutritious but disappointing leftovers… Wednesday’s lunch was likely a soggy sandwich from the…

Sunday Funday

There is nothing better than waking up on Sunday with the sun shining and feeling fresh as a daisy. After a debilitating hangover ruined my ability to function and “party hard” on Saturday night, I found myself in bed with Rosa at 11pm drinking camomile tea and watching the Arsenal-Spurs game (supporting Arsenal is hard…

D.I.E.T. (Did I eat that?!)

It’s been a week of monumental discoveries: two culinary milestones which will forever be remembered in my photographic memory (which sadly only seems to engage with food, not books). The first life-changing moment occurred as I aimlessly perused the GF section of the supermarket. B R E A D C R U M B S. (Crumbs! Lol)…

Moving in, moving on

“And I fed my tumour to the turtles.” I met David Sedaris at a book signing last week, before his show at Hamer Hall (he’s coming to London in February – GO). As he drew a ‘septopus’ in the title page of Barrel Fever and discussed the soft serve strawberry ice cream he’d tried that day, he…

It’s getting hot in here

It’s 10.15pm and I’m lying in bed, defeated.    Australian summer has really arrived, and it seems that the sunshine, though pleasant, has various adverse and puzzling effects on my body. These include but are not limited to: excessive knee sweating, incessant thigh chafing, and a reduced appetite.  It’s not that I’m not hungry, and…

What 2015 taught me

 This year has been the best and most exciting ever, as well as the most difficult and challenging. I completed a stressful second year, which was made better by all the great people back at Warwick (where r h?) and in Surf (miss you). Now, I’ve been in Australia for nearly six months and had…

Frolickin’ in Fiji

After a long, hard few months chilling out in Australia, it was only right that I treated myself to a summer holiday. My friend from school, Emily, was visiting me in Melbourne fresh from several months travelling in South America and together, we set off on what was realistically a couple’s holiday in the Fiji…