- /’sp–ædʒ’/ — A Welsh word meaning “House Sparrow”, and a nickname that has stuck for about 9 years due to my sparrow-like legs and ‘little and often’ (constant) eating habits…
Asking a stranger to part with their money is a tough job, yet I do it daily using nothing but words.
I think my obsession with word perfection began with MySpace. If I had £1 for every time I amended the ‘about me’ section, then today I could eat my Master’s Degree and retire. (My doctor says I should stop eating inanimate objects simply because they’re ‘easier to catch’…)
Did you know that typing out lengthy emails, such as job offers, is great for improving your back posture?
Email me quickly! And add ten years to your mobility.
Isn’t it funny how the universe seems to be full of signs sometimes? Like when you’re mulling over a new haircut and then suddenly you’re surrounded by a sea of glamorous bobs? Or have you ever missed a bus only to…
Being a British person, there’s nothing I love more than complaining about the weather, joining a long queue and being overly apologetic about everything. And I’m particularly guilty of the latter…
Moving to a new place always makes me wonder if my nickname, Spadge, will follow. Hundreds in Lincoln called me Spadge for almost 8 years, but this was a new job, in a new city, with no external introductions. Did ‘Spadge’ survive the leap?