30 March 2015

How to survive a blog conference weekend

Blogging is a funny creature, and at one point or another temptation will hearken for spending a Saturday learning stuff and you may just find yourself sat behind a school desk in your spare time of your own free will. Don't believe me? It's totally true. Ploughing the fields of SEO strategy, photography tips, basic accountancy, a touch of history, social media workshops - all the blogging buzzwords (and occasionally a few of those too).

How to survive a blog conference weekend
 
But even after 3 years of being involved in the blogging community, introducing myself into a room of strangers makes me break out in a cold sweat. I've often called my better half 5 minutes before the start of a morning to squeal howIcan'tpossiblydothisbecauseIdon'tknowanyoneandwhyonearthdoIputmyselfthroughthis!?. Luckily he usually calms me down by telling that I'm an idiot, to go for an hour and see how I feel - much like a parent on their child's first day at school. Half an hour later I'm happily playing chatting away and get the 'told you so' text of support and vindication.

How to survive a blog conference weekend
Back walking through the school corridors...

Over the years I've made myself push through the barrier, and been helped by a few tips from friends when faced with a room of 150 smiling faces. In reality, I guess a lot of these apply to the professional world too (except possibly the snacks, play that one by air)

28 March 2015

Fields Cafe - Clapham Common brunch review

Brunch has become a way of life in London. With friends living, working and partying in completely random boroughs spread over this great behemoth, arranging a proper sit down and catch up over a brew can be interesting. And that's just finding a date we can all do.

Fields Cafe - Clapham Common brunch review

One who won't really leave Zone One without the lure of doughnuts or the offer of a sausage sizzle date in New Zealand. One nominated a Kiwi despite never having set foot in our humble country and currently learning to be a Brit (even though sorely lacking on the tea equipment front). One who will happily travel anywhere she can park (aka nowhere in Central London) and has been known to drive for 3 hours to Gloucestershire just to buy chocolate cake.

27 March 2015

Friday figments and photos: Marrakech

Marrakech, oh Marrakech.

I already want to return.

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel
Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

Marrakech, Morocco Travel

24 March 2015

8 Things I will never do before I die

I adore having goals. They're perfect rainy day guides, helpful when wanting a direction in life and just plain amusing; but Holly's post on '8 things I will never do before I die' tickled my fancy. Call it an anti-bucket list.

8 Things I will never do before I die

1. Resist taking photos of foreign cats.
Yes, I have an addiction and I can't help it.

2. Enjoy wearing shoes
Much to the consternation of my British workmates, whatever instruments of torture I've strapped to my feet are discarded the milisecond it's possible. At the altar I kicked off my sensible heels whilst speaking my vows (only to panic as we were instructed to turn around and walk down the aisle as man and wife but I couldn't find them...)