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June 1, 2015
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The past few days my timeline has once more been filled

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June 14, 2013
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I am twenty five in five days. I am sat on the floor; with an (two) empty wine bottle(s) at my hip, punching the air enthusiastically to the silence from my headphones.

I catch myself in the mirror and realise…fuck Kirsty, you’ve not changed since you were 15.

That’s ten years (for those paying attention); my surroundings and circumsatances have changed significantly, almost entirely, and my experiences of friendship and love are just brimming due to all the incredible people I’ve met along the way.

But me, at the core, am exactly the same. I’m still the same person who spent her Saturday afternoons snorting Lucozade tablets on Tesco carpark because there was nothing better to do, though now the Lucozade tablets have been swapped for Skinny Lattes and Tesco car park for Brick Lane. Eurgh.

I remeber really enjoying spending an evening alone listening to music, drinking, smoking and singing in entirely my own company because it was something that young people did.

‘Have another gulp of your two bottles for £5 wine and turn the 60s prog rock louder because you’re just so young and free and hurt and you really do emotionally connect with Nick Drake.’  (Knobhead Hulse, circa 2009)

But when does it stop? I don’t want it to. I’m not ready – I still feel 15.

I recall, all too distnctly, going for dinner (I would’ve said tea before) and talking about where I would be when I was 25. I pictured this groomed, collected woman with glossy hair and an organised sock drawer.

I don’t even have a sock drawer.

I think the beauty of getting older (I am not saying for a moment I am getting old) is the realisation that my personality and hobbies were cemeted years and years ago.

I’m not a teenager, or a young professional, or a career woman, or…fuck knows – none of that.

I have realised, however, that I will  at the core always be the same person; air guitaring to Janis Joplin and air banjoing (it’s. a. thing.) to the Dixie Chicks 4evz. The frequency of these instances will likely fade – but it will always be part of who I am.

And that’s bloody lovely duck.

Plus, as my mum once told me –  Age is a privalidge denied to many.продвигать сайт

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February 11, 2013
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OK the title for this post is frankly, way too harsh. But I am annoyed. Annoyed. I’m really, genuinely, annoyed.

I am annoyed because this is Karren Brady’s autobiography.

 Strong woman: Ambition, Grit and a Great Pair of Heels.

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May 17, 2012
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Something irritating my mother used to say to me.

After finding the Tenderstem Twitter account today I felt a little inspired by what a great job those guys are doing.

Picture the scene, your boss comes over to you one Monday morning and says, “I want you to run an interesting, engaging, brand-orientated and successful social campaign.”

“Sure! What is it? Clothes? Music? Film? Travel?”

“No. Brocolli. Just brocolli.”

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April 11, 2012
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Ah 1950’s advertising, so innocent and naive, where women were women and men were men (whatever that means). Living their lives exactly like this:

It is almost laughable and reassuring to see advertising and general social attitudes have come such a long way.

They have come such a long way, haven’t they?

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March 19, 2012
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Last night I was browsing for clothes online, which I and millions of other people just like me, do every day.

I was especially interested in this from ASOS

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