If you’d told me 12 months ago I would be writing this blog I would have laughed in disbelief. But times change and it does heal too. Not to disregard all the hard work I’ve put into reversing the effects of being bullied and recovering from depression. The past few weeks I have really come into my own and the past fortnight I have not only felt like I’m back to being “Helen” but that I may even be finding confidence in some areas of my life I didn’t have …

Happy New Year to you all. Chinese New Year that is. This year it has the fortune of falling on a day normally overshadowed by red for other reasons.

Over the years I have found myself becoming oblivious to the Valentine’s charade. Having been single (apart from some short lived romantic entanglements) for over six years it’s not a day I bother with. Even before my epic singleness I seemed to finish relationships just before Valentine’s Day or start them in the weeks after. I even managed a well timed seven …

Apologies for the recent lack of blogging. It’s not like me to be this quiet! Life and technology has stood in my way the past few weeks.
It seemed quite a few of you enjoyed my BT blog and as I was rather angry (understatement) about the whole situation, I am pleased to say we got there in the end and it has been resolved. However I dare say this is the power of social networking. For those of you that aren’t aware, BT has a Twitter account @BTcare and it …

I’ve just had another episode of dealing with BT and have written a letter of complaint to post tomorrow that I’m sure will end up with a reply of “we’re sorry but there is nothing we can do.” I’m fed up of run ins with BT so I decided to pen the letter I wish I could send them instead…
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BT,
You screwed up again. After our hours on the phone, back in 2008, I thought I’d finished with you. It was messy and tiring. You couldn’t accept that you had faults …

While my faith in bus services may be at an all time low, today a little bit of faith was restored in our trains. Or at least Virgin Trains.
Returning from a work trip to Warwick University (whose campus is deceptively nearer Coventry than it’s namesake) we had seats booked on a specific train. I’m not a fan of advanced tickets, as soon as I purchase one I know the gods are plotting a well timed disruption to ensure I miss the one and only service it is valid on. Lo …

I am a bitch. This comes as a bit of a revelation to me. Generally in day to day work I keep my cool. I explain to people why they need to do something and the benefits to them. If they don’t get it quite right I’m nice, constructive and help them improve. I am usually the good cop. In my current job I’ve only had one full on strop (I blame PMT). But when it comes to design it turns out that I can tell it like is.

In terms …

For the first time in a long time I find myself in a peculiar position. I don’t have a crush on someone. Anyone. Usually if there’s no one in the present I can dig something up from my past, stick the rose tinted glasses on and swoon away. Sometimes some kind of relationship however vague, complicated or seemingly normal develops from these crushes. Other times they remain a purely one sided thing.
But for the time being I am sans crush. Well except for in the land of celebrity men where, …