Life – nastybrilliantblighty.com: Recent Episodes
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Ethnography of a B+ mom, humourist, nasty woman, foodie who is (trying to...) live life to its fullest abroad
My version of a living in the UK trip adviser review, in letter format to the country herself. Year one in the UK. My dearest Blighty: I’ll be honest – I’ve landed here in your lovely country under duress. I lived with you years ago, and I know full well the thatched rooves and shortbreads … Continue reading "A letter to England"
May 4, 2019 – The prelude to rock bottom. I am in Derbyshire for work staying at a luxurious Holiday Inn Express for a meeting the next day. There is a cigarette burn on my bed side table and a cum stain on the dark blue sofa in the corner of my room. On my way … Continue reading "Rock Bottom Has a Basement"
Nastybrilliantblighty has been on long summer hiatus! It’s been ages since I had anything clever to write about. Even as I read this for the 25th time, I am thinking of binning the whole lot as it is incredibly boring!! Bare with me as I try to get back into writing something worth reading. The … Continue reading "Summer Hiatus"
My mother has this expression – Bozo’s on the Bus– something she says when you just follow along with the what the majority do. “They are just Bozo’s on the bus getting Hormone Replacement Therapy because some doctor prescribed it”. Eating margarine. Circumcision. Statins. Flu jabs. Taking your son to a rugby fixture in the pissing … Continue reading "My thoughts on English school sports"
In December, we welcomed a new member to the family, a sparkly navy, souped-up, new to me BMW 4 series named Lady Balls (or LB to the children). The story of how this car came to be started over a year ago when we had just moved to Houston. It was 100 degrees in the … Continue reading "Ladyballs"
About a month ago, Allie and I went for lunch in Romsey after “nursery” pick up. Allie was, and still is, incredibly cute in her school uniform and spectacles charming people everywhere we go. Whilst we were eating, three older ladies joined us in the back of a small café. They had just come … Continue reading "“Oh dear, I’ve lost my hand bag….”"