Thursday, 6 April 2017


What do you get if you combine fine dining at respected southside steak restaurant The McMillan with one of the best single malt scotch whisky distillers in the world? 

One seriously excellent Wednesday is what.

As I discovered after attending The McMillan's recent 4 course whisky tasting evening in partnership with Macallan Whisky. The set up was simple. 4 courses of amazing food paired with 4 of Macallan's finest single malts. Each dram was chosen perfectly to compliment every course. All I had to do was turn up. And when my date for the night (the lovely Michelle), agreed to be photographer for the evening, well you didn't have to ask me twice.

We were greeted with a whisky cocktail and a smile from our host for the evening who had joined us from Macallan to talk us through the whisky. We were seated in the private dining room, the party was small (around 8 people I think) and the atmosphere relaxed. It was the perfect set-up. And I couldn't wait to get started.

The food was delicious. A small salad of home cured salmon paired with some pickled veg and herby croutons was the ideal thing to start us off and for such a simple dish, it worked fantastically. And just so you know from now on I will only be enjoying my smoked salmon with pickled vegetables.

We moved onto a haggis, neeps and tatties dish that was produced to resemble a classic Scotch egg. A brilliant idea (I love me a Scottish theme), but while aesthetically it was pleasing there was something missing from the actual dish itself. Possibly a little seasoning, perhaps a touch more sauce. However it was far from bad and still tasty enough that I gobbled the whole damn lot. 

Then there was the steak. One very, very nice bit of steak. Cooked medium rare it was served alongside a delicious little ox cheek bon bon that I could have happily eaten a hundred of and a deep and delicious red wine jus. The knife slid perfectly through the steak, the potato fondant was cooked (and seasoned) to perfection and all in all this was a bloody nice dish.

But these guys don't get steak wrong now. Do they?

I would be lying if I said I loved the deconstructed Cranachan cheesecake. But that's simply because I didn't taste it. Still being 'aff the dairy' I chose to give it a miss but I can confirm by the faces of my fellow diners that it was pretty sensational. So well done again.

Now let's talk about the whisky. I love whisky. I started developing a bit of a taste for it around the time I started developing a bit of a taste for the great Scottish outdoors and I consider myself to be on a bit of a whisky journey right now. I love a warming but burning nip when I'm halfway up a hill on a blustery day and I adore a soft single malt sipped after dinner next to an open fire when I go away up north. But I had never managed more than a nip or two at a time. So this was going to be interesting.

Our host talked us through all of the whisky on the night, periodically breaking up the education with a quick quiz question or a funny whisky anecdote. It was a genuinely fun night and really well done. From the Macallan Gold, the Macallan Amber, the 12 Year Old Fine Oak & the 12 Year Old Sherry Cask I was able to discover that I prefer a light to medium finish with definite hints of fruit. Not only that, but I'm a sherry cask girl every day of the week.

These are all good bits of information people.

And banked.

We finished off a lovely evening with a small bottle of The Macallan Gold to take home alongside some chocolate made by the acclaimed Iain Burnett: The Highland Chocolatier and produced to match it's taste with the whisky perfectly. 

The happiness continued when we were politely asked on the way out of the door what kind of tasting night we would like to see next. Would it be wine? Gin? Perhaps more whisky? This is an exciting question. Because it means they are planning more. And I will most definitely be attending. As I urge you to do also.

If you fancy going to one of The McMillans tasting evenings then keep an eye on their Facebook page which they always keep updated with their events.

I was invited as a guest of The McMillan. You can read more about my disclosure policy here. One more shout out to Ananyah and her photo taking skillz. Thanks to her I was left with both hands free in which to sup my whisky. That's a pal right there.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017


  1. The Gin Festival. Someone heard a sneaky rumour that I liked gin and so I got an invite to the Glasgow Gin Festival held at The Briggait recently. I dragged my sister along to keep me company. And I say dragged in the loosest sense of the word. Let me tell you that wherever you are in the UK, look these guys up and 'drag' yourself to the next one. We were greeted with a very cool looking Gin Balloon (ours to keep) along with a guide to all the gins (there were a lot of gins) and the most perfect sized little carry bag for carrying all your gin paraphernalia. Let's talk about how utterly FUN this event was. The gins are split into 4 bars, each with a massive selection of your favourite tipple, their appropriate garnishes and all served with your favourite kind of Fevertree Tonic. A very successful gin drinking day was had by all and I was able to find a couple of new favourites including the Isle of Harris & Gin Mare. I was also able to confirm my previously very strong opinions that Tanqueray & Bombay Sapphire are bleurgh and only for people who pretend to like gin. In all seriousness though, this is a mega brilliant event for anyone who enjoys a gin beverage and I massively encourage you to get yourself along to one. You can find a list of all their upcoming events right here. 
  2. The M8. The long drive from Edinburgh to Glasgow isn't exactly one of my favourites. However a couple of weeks ago Ava and I strayed east side to stay with some friends and the journey home was actually pretty fun. That may have had something to do with us speeding along the motorway both getting stuck into a KFC boneless banquet and singing along to Swifty at the top of our lungs. But whatever makes us happy.
  3. Five Year Old Cuteness. I am not a dance mum. I will never be a dance mum. I cannot even watch those shows about dance mums without grimacing. But after three years, I'm slowly coming round to the idea that Ava is well & truly into this dance lark and her annual dance show last Sunday was all kinds of cute. Even if I did release a lot of stress and a lot of sweat belting between my seat in the auditorium and the changings rooms for every costume change.
  4. This Amazing Italian Sausage Recipe.  I rarely make the same thing twice in one week. And three times in two is unheard of. But that's exactly what I did with this amazing BBC recipe. Make it. You won't regret it. Also this was my first foray into Italian sausages. Why did nobody tell me?
  5. Getting organised. So Ava heads off to Disney World tomorrow and I won't see her for over two weeks. While I am absolutely gutted about this fact I am also majorly excited to start properly packing for our house move. And when I say packing what I actually mean is gutting her bedroom and getting rid of the all the broken toys and random crap she nevers lets me throw out. I can't wait to sort out the Shopkins, get rid of the felt tips that don't work and sift through all the clothes that don't fit anymore. She'll kill me when she gets back but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
  6. The McMillan. I already know that the food here is bloody awesome because I've eaten in it enough times but their recent 4 Course Whisky Tasting Night surpassed all my expectations. I don't want to say too much because there is a full blog post coming soon but let me just say this: Gin - you've got competition.
  7. Rustico Glasgow. And speaking of amazing places in Glasgow you have to try because I said so and I don't know much but I know my food - if you are a cake kinda gal (or guy) then I massively recommend taking the (slightly out the way but worth it) trip to Rustico in Mount Vernon to try one of their amazing cakes or freak shakes. Thank me later.
  8. This mascara. Now I'm not normally one to mention make-up on this blog, because why spend money on make-up when you can spend it on food? But this mascara is bloody amazing and so deserves some kind of mention. Not only does it give you the lashes of Jessica Rabbit but it lasts FOREVER. Go see what I mean.
  9. All The Good Telly. I can't even apologise. I don't even care. I just bloody love good telly. I use having a kid as an excuse but truthfully I reckon even without her I would sack a night on the tiles for a good period drama and a slab of Green & Blacks any day of the week. Right now I am majorly into Game of Thrones (it took a while but I got there) and new Line of Duty. Which continues to be as brilliant as the very first series. HOW?
  10. Big Feed Glasgow. I went on a full stomach, with a chicken to roast that evening and the car. Big mistake. I will be back at the next one with a train ticket in my pocket and an empty belly and I will be indulging in all that amazing food and beer. Just see if I don't.

Sunday, 19 March 2017


January saw me taking a trip down to London. Although I enjoy these annual visits down south immensely, there was still something about that plane journey that made me feel a little out of sorts. Like I was travelling in the wrong direction. So February saw a girl's family road trip over to the Isle of Arran. Which felt a lot more like the regular trips I had come to adore. Lots of choppy waters. Lots of local Scottish produce for dinner. Lots of rugged wilderness. 

So my next night away was a no-brainer. And my lovely pal Kirsty seemed like the ideal partner in crime to get out of the city with me for a couple of days. We booked Ballachulish, made plans to discover The Lost Valley & jumped in the car early last Sunday morning. Unfortunately the rubbish weather put paid to our original climbing plans (think knee deep river rapids style crossings whenever it rained), and so we decided to check out the slightly more sensible Fas na Cloiche at Glen Creran instead. 

And I am so glad we did. Glen Creran is not exactly on the tourist trail, which can only be a good thing when you see how undisturbed and unspoilt the scenery is. Between you & I, we may have got ourselves a little lost at the beginning and possibly walked the same circle around about three times. But ssshh because we're trying to pretend we are now seasoned pros at this. Seasoned pros who only go walking with a hip flask, a lip balm and an iPhone with no 3G or phone signal...

However we eventually got our bearings and discovered the secret little Fairy Bridge we had been so desperate to see. That looked just like something out of a Brother's Grimm tale. The one you saw no mention of on the tourist information boards that were erected at the beginning of the walk. Almost like they wanted to keep it a secret. It felt like we were the only people in those woods for miles. I think we might well have been.

Next we discovered an old & abandoned bothy. As creepy and fascinating as it probably was dangerous (the roof was caving in and there was a polite notice scrawled across the front door warning people not to enter). Being the 'we always touch wet paint' type of gals that we are, we obviously stuck our heads round the door to grab a few photos. And the eeriness of the abandoned pots and pans still dotted around the small building, along with the solitude and silence of those woods, felt like you were being made privy to a secret that no one else knew about.

We looped our way back to the car park in order to check out a very unusual looking tree that was growing from right out the middle of a massive rock and to nosily snap photos of all the unusual looking houses that were dotted around the edge of the loch. We even managed to stop and get a cracking view of Castle Stalker en route back to the hotel.

Where we checked in & I delighted in the fact that the swimming pool and sauna were open as they had been closed for refurbishment on my last visit. After a quick dip and a relaxing sauna, we enjoyed a delicious dinner at a pub across the road (somewhere else that had been closed down on my last visit). The food here was exceptional however the service abysmal so the less said about that the better. A nightcap in the hotel bar was made all the lovelier when we got chatting to a gorgeous & happy couple from LA who had gotten engaged that very day.

On the way home we drove the A85 so we could stop a while, take some good photos and breathe in all the clean air before we returned to the city smog.  I bleated on about my passionate and never-ending desire to get the hell out of the city the second Ava is old enough. Like I always do. Kirsty listened intently and shared in my excitement. Like she always does. 

I explained how my life had become one big quest to discover where I will end up.

How all I ever want to do is go on road trips, sleep in crappy hotels and add another little red sticker to the massive map of Scotland proudly hanging in my flat. How all I ever want to do is take pictures of abandoned castles and shimmering lochs. How all I ever want to do is speed along the A82 singing along to the same crappy songs I have had saved in my iPhone for years. Sipping the dregs of the Starbucks coffee I picked up in Dumbarton, knowing it'll be the last Starbucks I am going to see for a while.

How all I ever want to do is just go.

Monday, 13 March 2017


  1. Crossing the Rubicon. Who combine my two favourite things (craft beer & curry), in the tastiest ways possible. My favourite dishes? Their Butter Chicken is to DIE FOR, the pakora & pickles are a taste sensation & the Venison Madras complete & utter yum. I urge you to try it. In fact, I am heading back there this weekend for brunch with the lovely Sarah.
  2. Sundays. Oh how I love Sundays. Especially when they are filled with roast dinners, big long wind bracing walks, the weekly broadsheets, some sort of chocolatey pudding and then an early night with all the Sunday supplements spread out around you in bed.
  3. Hotel Breakfasts. Why do hotel breakfasts taste so much better than a home cooked fry up? Maybe it's just the excitement of being away. Or the excitement of not having to do your own dishes. The recent breakfast I had at The Isles of Glencoe was one of the nicest I have tasted in ages. And if you put banana bread out at breakfast time then you are always gonna make a fan out of me.
  4. Starbucks. But not just any Starbucks. The Starbucks on the A82 at Dumbarton. This is where all my best road trips begin. And popping in for an en route almond capp is fast becoming my favourite tradition.
  5. The Fall. Oh. My. Days. I only just got round to watching this creepy psychological BBC thriller. And I may have zapped through all three seasons in the space of about 4 days. If you haven't watched it then do it, even if for no other reason than to salivate over the lusciousness of Jamie Dornan.
  6. Interiors. I've never been hugely house proud or particularly bothered by my curtains before, but that was before I decided to buy! Now I am sofa buying, scandi chic pinning & picking out wall paints with an enthusiasm I've never had before! No one will be very surprised to hear that my new living room is going for a bit of a dark tartan theme!
  7. Weeknight Sunday Roasts. We love our roast dinners so much in this house that they have been making many an appearance during the week. In fact we even cooked a Sunday style full roast complete with homemade yorkies last Friday evening. Because to hell with convention.
  8. This amazing new Coldplay song. So I know many consider them rather blah, but I've always thought Chris Martin could do no wrong and I am loving their latest single. If it's a collaboration with The Chainsmokers does that make me down with the kids?
  9. Fas na Cloiche. Yesterday, I did this amazing walk with a good pal and it was so much fun! We discovered the cutest little hidden away Fairy Bridge next to a massive waterfall, an old abandoned bothy & a tree growing right out of the middle of a massive rock. Obviously I got tons of pictures and will be boring you with a full blog post very soon.
  10. Vegetarian food. I've been cooking up so many amazing veggie recipes for dinner recently and it's starting to seriously make me wonder whether I could go vegetarian full time. But then I remember I ate a sausage, 2 bits of bacon & some black pudding with that amazing hotel breakfast this morning so then think maybe not.

Monday, 6 March 2017


Last year I visited the beautiful Isle of Skye. It was somewhere I had longed to go for a while, not just because I was desperate to dine in The Three Chimneys, but also simply to quench my endless thirst for a Scottish adventure. Once there I made sure I saw all the main highlights including Neist Point, The Quiraing, The Old Man of Storr & The Fairy Pools. But when I say saw, I pretty much just mean saw. Because as much as I love a Scotland based escape and a coffee & spotify fuelled road trip - I'm not exactly outdoorsy.

Apart from drinking in beer gardens or picking up dinner essentials at the local Farmer's Market. But apparently those don't count. So when visiting these amazing landmarks I mostly stayed in the car. I would obviously jump out and brace the harsh wind chill factor in order to get my Instagram shot (because if you don't Instagram it did it really happen?), but when it came to climbing up to actually meet that old guy of storr or ascending a few rocky feet to get to the best viewpoint at Neist, I was quite happy just to wait in the car. Because these shoes were definitely not made for walking thank you very much.

However somehow I managed to get talked into making the trek to the Fairy Pools. On what could only be described as a wet, muddy and miserable day. I'm genuinely convinced that if it wasn't for the large glass of lunchtime Sauv Blanc I had consumed pre-amble, I never would have got through it. It took about an hour & a half, I managed to get an entire boot (right up to the ankle), ensconced in a muddy bog and I pretty much moaned and complained the entire way there. However (between you & I), I secretly didn't mind it. Maybe enjoyed is too strong a word. But I definitely didn't hate it as much as my super girly, you'll never catch me camping persona would have had you believe.

Then I got back and the thought of climbing a hill, negotiating a wind beaten track or trekking through muddy bogs never occurred to me again. Particularly not when my usual nights away consisted of a comfy bed, a two course meal & a roaring fire. Then I became unwell. And I scared the life out of myself. And my daughter. And the people around me who cared deeply for my wellbeing. I spent a large part of 2016 medicated. I spent a large part of 2016 scared. I spent a large part of 2016 with a darkness inside me that intoxicated me to the point I felt it was often difficult to breathe. Or to move. Or to do simple basic functions like feeding or bathing my own child.

Around October I began to feel better. I began to recover. The enormity of how unwell I had actually been hit me. The desperate worry of the terrifying impact this might have had on my daughter hit me. And the enormity of how well I had managed to hide it from my work and my friends hit me too.

I decided that I had to do something positive. 2016 had become one of the worst years of my entire life. I had to see it out with a bang. I decided to do something different. Something that wasn't me. Something that took me right out of my comfort zone. Something good, positive and healthy that could be borne from all the mess. I'm aware that hill walking is probably a bit of an anti-climax. But anyone who knows me well can vouch that there was more chance of getting Trump at a women's rally than there was of getting me up a hill. I instructed my sister (who scoffed and said they'd never make it out the box), to buy me walking boots for my birthday. I hit up TK Maxx and bought the appropriate jacket, the hat and the gloves. I even bought a hip flask. This shit was about to get real.

I booked a night in Arrochar with a good friend who understood the real significance of that trip to me. And I made Ben Arthur my first foray into the world of hillwalking. And I did not regret it. I didn't regret one minute of the cold, relentless wind. I didn't regret a second of the lashing rain or the slippery scramble that saw us dangerously lose our footing on more than one occasion. I loved it. All four miserable hours of it. And I couldn't wait to do it again.

I decided to do Ben Arthur as a fuck you to 2016. Nothing more. However what actually happened was I developed a new obsession. A new love. A hobby that was a bit more constructive than just starting a gin collection. I have a few very good friends now who I climb with. And they are my go to people when I have a lot on my mind. Because there's very little else to do on those often ruthless climbs, than talk. I've lost count of the amount of problems I've went up those hills with. Only to return miles lighter. And it works both ways. There's many a pal problem I've helped thrash out on a steep ascent. And if you ask me, it's a sure fire way to get to know a person a little bit better. One steep hill is the equivalent of about 3 months of friendship in my book.

In fact I'm heading up to Ballachulish with one of them this very weekend. Where I can't wait to explore The Hidden Valley, where the MacDonalds of Glencoe apparently hid their rustled cattle. Then this summer I'm heading back up to Skye with another. 

And this time, the walking boots are most definitely coming with me.

Tuesday, 28 February 2017


  • Gorgeous view of Holy Isle taken from the beach at Lamlash. Our hotel window looked right onto this amazing view and it was a pretty special thing to wake up to in the morning.
  • Gifts of beer & curry after my recent visit to Crossing the Rubicon . These guys put on quite the spread for us bloggers and I'll be filling you in on my favourite curries shortly!
  • Amaaaaazing Mother's Day chocolate cake baked by Ava's very cute little hands. She even made it dairy free. God that kid's a keeper.
  • Lunch of champions at The Glenisle Hotel which included some delicious smoked duck, venison, oak smoked salmon, beetroot chutney and some of my favourite Arran Blue cheese (not so dairy free).

  • A medley of smoked fish, green beans, cold new potatoes & boiled egg doused in Summer Harvest Raspberry dressing. Making up for the weekend on a Monday. 
  • I love me a craft beer. However I also love a peruse along the expensive aisles of Waitrose or paying over the odds for a jar of jam at a Farmer's Market. So you can imagine my delight when I discovered Home Bargains are selling bottles of Three Hop Craft Lager for only 69p a bottle.
  • I'm running out of different kinds of nut butters. Like seriously. This is a real addiction.
  • And speaking of tasty toast toppings, this delicious (and vegan) chocolate spread that my friend brought me back from Italy is like the poshest Nutella you ever tasted. I may have spent most of last night dunking dates into it. Who am I kidding? There were no dates.

  • Posing in Soho while catching up with some very good pals. I don't think I've ever laughed so much in one afternoon in my life.
  • Pints. I'm currently working my way through the entire beer list in The Doghouse. Needs must and all that.
  • Delicious salmon dish cooked by a pal while we gossiped over Sunday afternoon bellinis. This was the afternoon that also saw me take my first Uber. I'm catching up kids.
  • Still all about the brunch round our way come a weekend. If it doesn't contain avocado and a runny egg then I'm just not interested.

  • Gorgeous views over London while breakfasting at Aqua Shard. We picked the perfect day for it.
  • I finally got myself down Bramble Cafe in Giffnock for some brunch recently and it's safe to say I will be back. My green shakshuka was pretty damn tasty but my pal's amazing looking mushroom concoction had me salivating with envy.
  • A very cold, very annoyed Ava at The Cloisters asking me to hurry up taking endless photos of her so we could heat our bones back up inside. Which we did whilst wandering around The Hunterian Museum on a cold, grey, drizzly day.
  • Extremely cool looking paint tin cocktails at the very chilled Graphic Gin Bar. The drinks in here were so good that we may have returned for more the very next day.

  • One of my favourite recipes, cooked for friends recently. If you haven't made this Roasted Butternut Squash with Quinoa recipe yet then I demand you get on it immediately!
  • Cakes stops with my girl. The place may have been practically empty when we visited Villiers & Co on a recent blustery afternoon, but the Rocky Road tasted good and the coffee was hot and that was good enough for us.
  • My love of a good Dirty Martini is mixed with my annoyance that it is so bloody hard to find anywhere that makes a decent one in Glasgow... First world problems. The struggle is real. Blah blah blah, etc, etc, etc.
  • There is nothing that says lazy PJ day to me more than dippy eggs and soldiers. And that is exactly how I celebrated a recent afternoon spent in my most comfortable of loungewear watching movies and indulging in pick n mix for dessert.

  • A very decent steak (eaten by someone who rarely orders steak) and enjoyed with good pals at The Hawksmoor in Shoreditch. Washed down with a pretty tasty bottle of red and lot of giggles.
  • The gin collection is most definitely a thing these days and I'm adding bottles to it quicker than I am managing to drink them. I think this may be my favourite hobby yet.
  • A very happy face celebrating the fact that the kid and I are set to become proper bona fide homeowners at the end of March. We are absolutely in love with our new pad and although it's probably considered rather modest to some, it's a very big deal to us and we can't wait till everything is signed off and we can start celebrating!
  • Ava. At the Cloisters. Again. Because I didn't realise until the end of writing this that I had accidentally included the same picture twice. And I can't be bothered changing it. You can't say that I don't put my heart and soul into this blogging business, can you?
Now I'm off to dry out and eat lettuce. 

What have you lot been up to?

Friday, 24 February 2017


As I drove to work this morning I listened to a report on Radio Scotland discussing the fact that our current generation of teenagers are more likely to suffer from anxiety, depression & mental illness than ever before. Findings concede that among the reasons for this were exam stress, peer pressure & the unrealistic expectations put upon them by social media. I wasn't surprised. As someone whose life revolves around social media (from my job in digital marketing to this blog to my demanding & time consuming addiction to Twitter), I've often thought about how different Ava's teenage years will be compared to mine. Back in the days when Yahoo was your main search engine, BEBO was all the rage and you had to plug your computer into the wall & wait for a dial up tone before you could use it, it was a different time.

Ava has been born into an age of social media addiction. And I don't get excited at what she has to look forward to. Perfect yet probably photoshopped size 0 bodies being paraded in front of her every time she logs onto Instagram. Cyber trolls and group internet bullying on Twitter. Sexual predators who use Facebook Messenger to groom teenage girls for their own disgusting perversions. The list goes on... However the internet can be an informative, fun & forward thinking place. It's given me a career. The blog allows me the odd perk like free gin or a meal in a nice restaurant and it's supplied me with voucher codes when the lure of that gorgeous Agent Provocateur bikini or the Breton T Shirt became too enticing. But it also has a dark side. And when you spend a good part of your life avidly online, you become very aware of that.

I've received strange & unsettling emails at three in the morning from an anonymous blog reader who refused to say who he was yet thought it acceptable to tell me he knew where I lived. While I've only been on a handful of Tinder dates, I know others who've been catfished or tricked into meeting someone who wasn't the person on their profile picture. Only recently, after tagging my location in three different Instagram photos over the course of one day, I received a private message from a guy I had already asked to leave me alone jesting with rather sinister undertones that he could have spent the day following me around if he'd wanted to. And you know what?

He's right.

He probably could have. 

We are told endlessly to keep our profiles private, not to divulge when we go on holiday and to switch our location settings off. But as a blogger who uses her social media platforms as a way to drive more traffic towards her blog, it feels contradictory to hide my social handles away like that. So what do we do? I don't know. My Twitter is very much a blog profile. My handle is the name of my blog and my header is my logo. It's a vehicle to push my brand and to make sure people read my latest post. But most of my tweets still remain vastly personal. Instagram is where I get my kicks. I love posting photos of my latest kitchen creation, releasing tension with some cheesy, cliched quote or posting videos of our adventures together on the stories function. But when I make these platforms private I risk losing out on potential blog readers. And that just ain't my bag ladies & gents.

One social media platform I'm not particularly fond of is Facebook. It has no links to my blog and I don't see it as a way of promoting that side of my life. And so I hit the deactivate button a few days ago. And I've never felt freer. I always found it difficult to venture onto my timeline without getting angry. I already know half the people I've met through the years are idiots. I don't need reminded every night as I do my evening scroll. I cringe at some of the posts I see. The attention seeking and passive aggressive status updates. The alarming reminder that racism and xenophobia are still so alive and kicking in our small nation. The pathetic & drunken political 3am rants that make no sense and cause you to roll your eyes in frustration. The majority of my boyfriends have had no interest in having a Facebook account and that is just the way I like it. The truth is I've always found grown men who scour their Facebook timeline instantly upon wakening and who post bad quality videos with terrible sound at music concerts a little bit sad. I understand this is grossly unfair given the prevalent and constant activity of the female sex on Facebook. But if it helps, I judge them too...

And so my Facebook is gone. For now. And you can eye roll as much as you like. You can point out that I've simply 'deactivated it' and that I'll be back in a couple of months. You can laugh and shake your head at the the prospect that this social media addict is actually going to delete it as soon as she's moved all her photos over to DropBox. You can accuse my recent departure and then boasting about it on the blog as being just as attention seeking as the Facebook posts I so vehemently criticise.

And you might very well be right.

But I really hope you're not.