Category Archives: About Me

So today we’re discussing head massages at the hairdresser. One word. Awkward. There you are, having your hair washed, which is essentially an ablution, and suddenly, without warning…the massage. Sensual. Rythmic. AWKWARD. I mean, what are you supposed to do? Close you eyes and moan softly at the undeniably pleasurable feeling? Carry on scrolling your… Continue Reading

This week it was announced in The Bookseller that my second book has been bought by Cutting Edge Press for publication in May 2014 and I’m over the moon! This book took a little bit of coaxing. Whilst trying to write it, we rebuilt our house, then rebuilt our garden, and tragically lost a dog… Continue Reading

A blog tag. This time to reveal 7 facts about myself as done by We Love Peas (who tagged me). This is without doubt self-indulgent, but here goes… 1. I hate raw tomatoes. This isn’t necessarily a secret, everyone who knows me well knows this. But I consider this fact to be fundamental to who I am…. Continue Reading

It’s my birthday in a couple of weeks. I’ll be nearly-40. I’m not sure if being nearly-40 is any worse than being nearly-nearly-40. I’ve not minded being nearly-nearly-40 much. I mind being wrinkled and saggy, having sore knees and a back that twinges when I sit cross-legged on the floor. I mind having to hold… Continue Reading

For those of you who know me, you might well be confused by the title. What? Amanda writing about fashion? Vintage fashion? Odd indeed. It’s another tag gauntlet. Right, vintage clothes… Well, I can safely say I know nothing. Nada. Sweet feck all. To me vintage fashion means old Gap jeans and a skanky misshapen… Continue Reading

This morning I was tagged. I didn’t know what tagging was. The person who tagged me is a new friend.  I’ve only known her for a few weeks. She makes me laugh daily, but I wouldn’t recognise her if I passed her on the street. I met her on Twitter. Yep. I know, how odd,… Continue Reading

It’s nearly upon us, New Year, and with New Year comes New Year’s Resolutions. Our annual character self-assassination. Regret-soaked promises to change for the better. Our vows to work harder at being perfect, become a 21st century interpretation of Michelangelo’s David, ideal in every way, golden in proportion, honed, serene, and universally venerated. We stare… Continue Reading

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