So, I’m 36, fairly newly single and trying to reclaim my once-ever present sense of humour (as I suspect that it’s that, along with my fantastic friends, which will get me through…) and wanted to start writing about what it’s like being single at, well, my age, in London. As well as the everyday randomness of life. I’m a freelance journalist so have a fairly healthy dose of cynicism about the media (as well as a long held love for the frivolity of it all), and I’m obsessed with American television. Actually, with most things American. And food. I LOOOOOOVE food. And I’m currently learning Italian, as I’d love to live there one day. So there you have it.
