I find it hard to pick my all-time favourite pizza, but if the mood takes me I do love the smooch destroying combination of anchovies, capers, garlic, and black olives. I ate such a pizza in the middle of a diet a couple of years ago. Because I’d set calories across the week to allow… Read More

Maybe I’m a weirdo, but I think starting a diet can be fun. I know, I know, if you’re trying to lose weight you can’t wolf down pastries with your previous level of gay abandon. You certainly can’t quaff quite the same number of pornstar martinis on a Friday, and the second bacon sandwich of… Read More

I like a natter. I think it’s the northerner in me that’s used to standing with a cup of tea chatting away with anyone who would pop up at the kitchen door for a chinwag when I was growing up. It’s fairly natural then, for me to want to talk to the people I work… Read More

When I’m in an airport, as I am now, I can’t help wondering about the lives of the people I briefly encounter. I ponder where they’re going, if there’s anyone waiting for them there, or missing them while they’re away. Mostly, like me, people sit quietly scrolling on their phones while they wait for their… Read More

The experiment was simple enough. A computer screen contained a square on the left-hand side and a circle on the right. All you had to do was drag the circle into the square by using a mouse. When you did, a new circle appeared. The aim of the game was to drag as many circles… Read More

I remember the first time I tried beer. A sip of my Dad’s can of McEwan’s Export. It was bitter and weird tasting and I instantly disliked it. Despite being fascinated as to why adults drank this stuff, I decided it wasn’t for me. It was the same with coffee. On my first try, I… Read More

By Bee Williams When I played dress-up Spice girls as a kid I always got given sporty spice, but I really wanted to be Ginger Spice. Partly because Geri was always the coolest and most outspoken, but also because being Sporty Spice had the worst outfits. To remind you, it was tracksuit bottoms and normally… Read More

I’ve lost count of the amount of bad advice I’ve been given. Two standouts as a child were to ‘spin the other way “to cancel out the dizziness”’ if I’d gone too fast on a playground roundabout, and being told that wearing a superman cape would actually make me fly. Both ended badly. Things didn’t… Read More

I’m not sure how to make slime. To be fair I’m not sure who would want to. I mean slime is just, you know, slimy. What’s it’s purpose? As far as I know, slime can’t put the kettle on, has produced nothing in the way of literature, and can’t hold a conversation for shit. Yet,… Read More

My mum likes a chat, and I’d been on the phone for nearly an hour. Since moving to London I don’t get home as much as I might do, maybe 2 or 3 times a year, so phone calls are the way to go. This particular chinwag had taken a few twists and turns, but… Read More