Fat Anna

Fat Anna's voice gets loud sometimes. Mostly she's a lying bitch, but sometimes it takes strangers to remind us that she's full of it.

Join my club!

Do you wanna join our club? It's called the Fat Girl Running Club. You don't have to be fat. You don't have to run, you don't even have to identify as a girl. There's no subscription fee, there's no ongoing out of pocket expenses or odd meetings at the CWA hall with ice breakers where … Continue reading Join my club!

A little bit of wee

This week I sneezed unexpectedly. You know, one of those sneezes that comes out of nowhere. There wasn't any kind of dust, or invasive snot or twitchy oncoming cold passed on by my favourite germ ridden turdler. None of that, just a normal, out-of-the-blue, sneeze ... and then it happened. A little bit of wee … Continue reading A little bit of wee

Don’t be an arsehole

Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.Neil Gaiman It seems like a simple enough concept.  And it should be.  Simple I mean.  But when it comes to dating, it’s not.  Arseholes are abound - and they aren’t even always men, they aren’t even always strangers and sometimes they’re not even someone else.  … Continue reading Don’t be an arsehole

Feelings: their sadistic plot to fuck with your life.

Feelings are rough.  Someone once told me (she was a professional - I paid her) that choice and feelings were generally not something that went together.  They are what they are and as a grown up it's my job to feel them, acknowledge them and then, as  a grown up, decide what to do with … Continue reading Feelings: their sadistic plot to fuck with your life.

Losing your Undies

I've got a secret.  It's not a huge one.  It's not an obscure growth that will make me instaneously wealthy but slightly disgusting and it's not some weird fetish about hirsuite men with pot bellies.  (You already know about that one) It's so much smaller than that and about as signifcant as toothpaste.  I am … Continue reading Losing your Undies