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Arrid January

Could Dry January help me foster better hydration habits? 41 years in, it’s a tough ask.

I am part camel. No wait, I am part Kangaroo Rat. Umm mmm. Just like the native Australian marsupial, I do not drink water. I appear to survive on water or moisture from the food I eat. It’s a phenomenon, me, not the rat. All these years I reckon I could honestly count on two hands the times I have drank a full glass of water. I mean, I drink lots of other things. Vimto, peach iced tea, lemonade, cherry coke. I went through a phase while working for Puma where all I drank was Red Bull. But yeah, not a big water fan.

You may be wondering what effect this has had on my poor body which, unlike the Kangaroo Rat, does not feature adapted kidneys. Mine produce calcified stones which I have struggled with a couple of times, along with stomach/GI ulcers. The main issue with consuming too little life-giving fluid is general fatigue.

I’m participating in Dry January again this year. In 2023 I didn’t drink for a couple of months during the summer and enjoyed the sense of achievement. I can take or leave alcohol. I don’t favour anything that doesn’t taste like pop. Blue WKD, fruity ciders, Malibu, Archers, rhubarb gin – yes! Beer, lager, vodka, whisky, etc nah.

What makes this year’s month of abstinence different is I’m going to use it to drink more water. There was a meme doing the rounds on Instagram over Christmas where someone broke down the phases we typically go through from milk, to fizzy drinks, to stimulants to alcohol to coffee, when really the ultimate grown-up drink is water.

So here we go. There is a filter jug in the fridge laden with nature’s finest. No bottled water I might add. Proper old school, out of the tap, into the fridge water. I’m not logging my consumption. That would be weird. I’m just trying to do better.

No alcohol, more water. What could be simpler for a New Year resolution?

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From Brooklyn With Love

I bloody love handwriting and prefer it over typing all day long, but you gotta have the right pen.

Call off the search, it’s finally happened. I’ve found the pen of my dreams. For someone who takes notes on LITERALLY EVERYTHING, this is quite the feat – then the shop closed down.

Paperchase is the culprit and I will never forgive the corporate monsters for taking the quirky stationery giant from our high street. I know they’re popping up as concessions in some Tesco stores but none of them are anywhere near me and none of them stock the pen of my dreams. So that’s it. It’s gone.

I discovered the pen of my dreams smack bang in the middle of my shorthand exams – the perfect glide being paramount to my 60wpm success. Blue ink, plain black, unassuming design, optimal grip. Sold in a three pack, I went through four packs in less than 6 weeks.

That was 2015. Like a blur, a mirage. as quickly as I enjoyed the success of a perfect scribed drilling page, it was gone

Cut to 2024. Whisper it quietly, I think I’ve done it again. Stood at the till paying for NYC Tarot cards, at Books Are Magic in Brooklyn, I spied pens and pencils baring the store name, and I love to fully support the indies. I grabbed three of each for my kids, paid and wondered out to explore the surrounding area.

I’m home. My eldest daughter bought me a beautiful William Morris bound page a day 2024 diary and I’m eager to get started. Books Are Magic pens were gratefully received then hapzardly discarded in favour of $3 Statue of Liberty foam crowns.

I picked up the neon pink pen and began to write about our New Year’s Eve exploits. The black ink glided. Words flowed across the page. I felt the rush of the 4 minute long shorthand exam all over again as I recalled sparklers in the front yard and coal over the threshold. This is it. All the way from Brooklyn, with love!

Do you hand write a lot? What’s your go to? Any old biro? Do you have a fave? Drop me a DM on the contacts page with your recommendations.

Crime & Thrills

Kickstarting 2024 telly with some epic crime thrillers and global drama.

The weather is rubbish, we’re all skint and sworn off booze for the foreseeable, so all the tv series it is!

January marks the start of some epic second season dramas for me. First is is S2 The Tourist. My two favourite accents (Australian and Northern Irish) and the phenomenal pairing of Danielle MacDonald and Jamie Dornan pick up their roles as Helen and memory challenged Elliot.

No spoilers – but it’s epic! Lots of twists and turns, some great one liners and ominous moments that will make you roll right into the next episode. Season 2 is more sweary and swaps out the Aussie outback for the lush green of (I’m assuming) Ireland. Enjoy the landscapes, brutal one liners and plot twists and let me know what you think.

Watch The Tourist S1 and S2 on BBC Iplayer, here.

Next up on the telly box is Vigil S2. Former Corrie and Dr Foster actor, Suranne Jones returns as Detective Amy Silva and is called to investigate military wrongdoing in Scotland and abroad. I’ve got really high hopes for this one after a brilliant 6 episode first series which tackled a multitude of issues such as Trident, environment, military governance, equality and much more. There’s a stellar cast lined up and a mythical middle eastern state involved.

You can watch Vigil S1 and S2 on ITVX here.

Third and finally on my list is the latest Harlan Coben thriller, Fool Me Once, now streaming on Netflix.

Starring the phenomenal Michelle Keegan, Joanna Lumley, Adeel Akhtar and Richard Armitage, the plot follows a single mum grieving the loss of her husband only to see him appear live and well two weeks later, on her nanny cam!

I’ve long been a huge fan of Coben crime thriller novels and when an opportunity to wrap up and binge watch a tv adaptation that takes place down the road in Manchester, I’m 100% in.

Bring on former army captain, Maya (Keegan) and let the conspiracies begin!

You can watch Fool Me Once on Netflix here.

Do you have any crime thriller tv series recommendations? Drop me a line on the contact page.

Paint With Kate 2024

We got messy!

I’m doing dry January to kick start some better health habits in 2024. Along with that comes the task of creating social events that steer clear of alcohol and retain the fun factor. Enter into the arena ‘Paint With Kate’.

At 6pm this evening 5 of us gathered around our kitchen table with canvas, paint, brushes, water and ALL the Dr Pepper, to create works of art. There was no theme, no prompt, just the opportunity to get together, have a laugh a basically make a mess. The age range was 9-41 and the skill range was zero to good amateur.

In two hours we laughed, talked, danced, sang, googled Whoopi Goldberg’s real name, created half a podcast and used a whole bunch of mixed media and painting techniques to create 5 wildly different canvas.

Inspiration came from travel, comedians, Cartoon Network, animation, social media and much more.

At the end of the evening I spent a further two hours cleaning and clearing and sharing the event on my Instagram to entice friends and family to come and have a go next month.

I definitely consider myself to be a creative person but I am utterly crap at painting. I ended up using a photo I took in New York for inspiration as I drew a blank when we sat down. I used pencil sharpeners as stamps and lots of different colours and textures to create a canvas I’d sooner put in the bin than hang on the kitchen gallery wall, but there it hangs because the process and company was more fun than the end result.

Paint With Kate returns in Feb 24 and will take inspiration from Valentine’s Day. Unlikely Pairings will be our theme. Can’t wait to see who gets involved!

Want to come? Drop me a line. Info on my contact page. 🎨

Ducks In A Row

There’s something so satisfying about a productive morning.

It’s been a busy start to the second day of the brand new year. By 8am I had completed a comprehensive list of tasks while simultaneously managing a bleeding nose and weird pain in my side.

Laundry, dishes, recycling bins out, bills paid, paperwork filed, bed made, various subscriptions cancelled, meters checked, Dyson on charge, selection boxes emptied into a seriously impressive chocolate swag bag – I haven’t indulged, yet! The kids are still sleeping so I could get away with a Wispa.

I’m now clearing and sorting our ‘winter accessories drawers’. Yes, it’s a thing. Winter school runs on foot can be quite challenging if you don’t want your kids to spend their schools days drenched, cold and with sopping wet socks! I can’t think of anything worse because you’re GUARANTEED they’ll end up being off school with minor colds etc.

So, we have a bureau in the living room with two deep drawers stuffed full of hats, gloves, scarfs, ear muffs (called muffers in our house) umbrellas, spare socks, running arm bands and hand warmers.

The seasonal changing around of these drawers from bobble hats to sunglasses always reminds me of how meh the British weather has become. It’s slowly merging into consistently mild and damp, as opposed to hazy hot summers and subzero icy winters. I reckon we’re less than 12 months away from merging these accessories drawers to cover all eventualities, all year round. We’ve officially wrecked the planet.

New for the new year – despite me saying no resolutions, is less meat. I reckon as a family we could go veggie, aside from spag bol so I’ll be trying quorn mince for the first time later this week.

We’ve got to get better at recycling too. I’ve gotten too lazy with just throwing stuff in the main bin instead of properly separating the recyclable bits. That’s another easy win.

Vinted will be truly battered later today when we clear out the big shared bedroom and collate ALL the clothes, shoes and accessories that are good enough to sell. Our local charity shops haven’t been accepting donations since way before Christmas otherwise they would be my first port of call.

What’s the score with eBay these days? Is anyone still using it to sell clothes? Let me know if you have a better recommendation.

By the time all our stuff is listed that’ll be day 2 of January done! Another 100 pages of my current book ‘Pineapple Street’ by Jenny Jackson before bed and that’ll be another fulfilling day of 2024 completed.

Weird this inbetween time, isn’t it? What are you up to?

Let’s Go Round Again

Promises of consistent blogging are afoot, stay vigilant!

The happiest of new years to you, it’s officially 2024. A nice even number. The new year started on a Monday and we’re rocketing towards a critical general election. Everything is gonna be alright.

I’m writing this blog having spent the last 30 mins rearranging the apps on my phone to boost creativity in 2024. Gone are the productivity zappers such as Facebook and x and back on the Home Screen are Canva, WordPress, Pinterest and Audible! We’re back in business.

For how long is anyone guess but it’s nice to start the new year with a clear out and organise. Is your Christmas tree still up? Mine was jettisoned into the front garden at 2pm on 30th December, as usual. I can’t stand anything festive around New Year’s. It’s done, time to move on and prepare for next year.

No resolutions from me other than an attempt to be better financially and creatively in my work. Less tech time for the kids, more outdoors stuff. Well, and more blogging of course. I’m also going to attempt to cut right back on clothes and take away this year, and the book list is ever growing. So as I said, all good intentions. Let’s see how it plans out.

I’m 42 this year. My mum and dad both turn 70, my middle kid is officially a teen and my little boy hits the double digits. Eldest will be off to uni and I’ll have reached 10 years in this god forsaken house. Time for a change perhaps?!

Anyway, lots to come, most of which I will share here and not on Instagram/facebook/X.

Hope 2024 is a belter for you.

Between The Pages

I set myself a challenge to read 100 books in 2022. Here’s how I’m getting on.

I love to read. It’s such an indulgence for me. Born from reading Danielle Steele’s in the 1990’s I quickly latched onto crime thrillers and since my teenage years have regularly shared and swapped books with my folks.

Talk to me about Rebus, Siobhan Clarke, Roy Grace, and Alan Banks. I’ve read everything Peter James, Peter Robinson, and Ian Rankin have written. I adore a 500-page-turner from Mo Hayder, Tami Hoag, Val McDermid, Harlan Coben, Karin Slaughter, Lee Child, and James Patterson.

Then of course there’s the OG. Agatha Christie whose masterpieces come back around with as much gusto as the first time. ‘They Came To Baghdad’ is my all-time favourite.

The most thrilling and memorable book I’ve ever read is by Mo Hayder. ‘Tokyo’ is a phenomenal novel packed with suspense. The only book to ever make me jump and have to walk away for a while, it’s the perfect balance of intriguing and horrifying. The world lost a truly incredible author when Mo Hayder died in 2021, aged just 59. If you’re looking for a book to knock your socks off, get Tokyo.

I’ve made a decent-sized dent in my 100 book challenge however, I am rapidly running out of time. I’ve read a good mix of crime thrillers, emotionally charged, real-life accounts of life during covid, best-sellers, non-fiction, and a sensational title from Sam Knight and I’ve got a fair way to go yet!

If you’re looking for some inspiration, here’s a full rundown of the books I’ve read so far in 2022 and my review. I’ll be updating the blog with each new title and if you’d like to share a recommendation, please do drop me a line, here.

Books I’ve read in 2022

John Connolly – The Woman In The Woods

How To Kill Your Family – Bella Mackie

The Good Daughter – Karin Slaughter

17th Suspect – James Patterson

Kill Joy – Holly Jackson

Go Luck Yourself – Andy Narin

Fuck Being Humble – Stefanie Sword-Williams

Windswept & Interesting – Billy Connolly

We Are Never Meeting in Real Life – Samantha Irby

Shirley Jackson – Dark Tales

Thirty-three Poems – Ben North

Life With No Breaks – Nick Spalding

In A House of Lifes – Ian Rankin

The Dry – Jane Harper

206 Bones – Kathy Reichs

The Butterfly Lion – Michael Morpurgo

The Club on the Edge of Town – Alan Lane

Magpie – Elizabeth Day

Shoe Dog – Phil Knight

The Premonitions Bureau – Sam Knight

Where The Crawdads Sing – Delia Owens

Headhunters – Jo Nesbo

Gone – Mo Hayder

The Stopwatch

I’ve inherited a stopwatch. It’s not a beloved family heirloom, it’s a mark of personal progress and I’m feeling the pressure with every second.

September 2020 brought around a whole bunch of surprises. Namely a new path in my journalism career. Having spent sometime during lockdown, indulging in a number of community arts project, I accepted a job offer in the medical sales/beauty industry. I quickly realised that lips, nips and tucks were most definitely not my thing and after agreeing to produce a media strategy for the company, we parted ways amicably.

Nest came the summer holidays, which in reality were nothing more than an extension of the previous two months the kids had been off school. Eat Out To Help Out was launched and we were able to get out and about more, thanks to the good weather and more people wearing masks.

As September loomed, I was worried about affording uniforms and school shoes and winter coats and birthday celebrations, hoping my part time charity job would keep me afloat.

A conversation with my former journalism lecturer lead to a Zoom call, and a flurry of Whatsapp messages and eventually an interview, complete with ‘You’re on mute’ hilarity.

I’ve officially gone full circle. I began my professional journalism career with an NCTJ Journalism Diploma at The City Of Liverpool College, and now here I am, teaching shorthand and Essential Journalism to the next cohort of budding reporters. It’s an incredible honour and they’re a great group too.

I’m now 9 weeks into the job and I’m still loving it and still as overly optimistic about education as I was back in the summer. My students are bright, determined and showing real promise of walking into the industry with portfolio’s bursting with published work. It makes me really proud to have played a small part in their journey. A journey which takes just 18 weeks on the fast track NCTJ course. The days fly by. Between classroom taught lessons, industry work experience and days spent out filming and interviewing, blink and it’s Christmas.

I came into work today, ready to teach a fun filled afternoon of Teeline Shorthand. I was rummaging around in my desk drawer for a white board marker that worked and came across a black box. I’d not noticed it before. I can only assume it’s been there the whole time and I’d paid it no mind.

Inside is a polished, silver stop watch. The very stop watch which ticked away hour upon hour of shorthand practise when I was a student in this very classroom. The sight of it used to give me shivers. Clicking the start/stop button brought all my memories flooding back. The discovery of the stop watch made me a little more sympathetic of my students’ and their battles with shorthand. It’s a real skill, one that takes hours of consistent practise and no bullshit excuses.

We’re hurtling towards a jam-packed exam schedule, which naturally raises the stress levels for all involved, students and staff. We’re also hurtling towards Christmas and hoping for normality. Or maybe you’re looking towards New Year and hoping 2021 will bring relief from the lockdown, Covid and stress? I know I am.

If only we could just stop the clock for a moment, and breathe.

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Saying Goodbye

My step dad died very suddenly last month and now I have an internal rage for every single person I see who isn’t wearing a mask.

I’m well aware that there are some conditions for which wearing a mask can exacerbate a pre-existing health condition. But if the risk of catching Covid was so great to your ill health, I can’t help but think you’re unlikely to be doing the school run everyday or perusing the new season fashions in ASDA.

May be I’m being too harsh? My step dad worked for the NHS for 22 years. If you’ve ever had to go to A&E at Liverpool’s Royal Hospital, there’s a chance it was my step dad you gave your details to at check in. He was a familiar face on ‘the desk’ and more recently worked weekends when the department is usually at its busiest.

He caught Covid and four days after his symptoms manifested, he died. Age 63. My mum realised something was wrong in the early hours of the morning and tried in vain to resuscitate him until the paramedics arrived. He’d already gone.

My mum, also positive with Covid was admitted to hospital three days later. The pressure of the virus, grief, constant calls from the coroners office, funeral directors and GP surgery had taken its toll. All alone in the house, which is now bereft of the constant chatter of Sky Sports and police documentaries. My step dad’s favourites.

It took four weeks of agony to finally be able to plan a funeral service. Only 15 people allowed to attend. Minimal flowers. A drive around his beloved Anfield – he’d followed the reds all over Europe back in the day, and finally to Anfield Crematorium.

A low-flying migration of birds flew over as we exited the chapel, having said our final goodbyes and sang You’ll Never Walk Alone at the tops of our voices.

My heart aches for my mum. She’s in her 60’s. Locked down in a house full of memories, which is all but silent. Thank god for Lola cat, keeping her company. I’m visiting every day, taking her the paper, walking down to the community centre once a week for our Covid tests, always wearing a mask and sanitising our hands.

Take some advice from me. Don’t wait until Covid has taken your loved one, before you start taking this seriously. Wear the f*cking mask. Not under your chin, or under your nose. What’s the point in that? Find one you prefer, you can get them online or in any of the supermarkets, and WEAR IT! Wash them regularly and stick a couple in the car and in your coat pockets.

Wash your hands, stay the hell away from people wherever you can. The rate may be coming down, and yes, we are making good progress, but only if we keep at it.

I’ll say only this about the people gathering in their hundreds to protest wearing a mask. You’re f*cking idiots and very much part of the problem. God forbid you get sick and need the NHS. Go home.

RIP Ste, we love and miss you so, so much.

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I’m Published!

A Spray of Hope is now available on Amazon with proceeds from sales of the anthology go to NHS charities in the Merseyside area.

Writing in lock down as followed the same roller coaster pattern as my mental health. Some days I’ve battered out 100 or more words, other days I can’t even remember my WordPress log in details. I’ve been flooded with inspiration and so lacking I’ve turned to Pinterest blog prompts. There’s no rhyme of reason.

However, a tweet from The Literature and Science Hub at University of Liverpool sparked an idea, and now, just a few months later, I am bursting with pride to say its grown into an actual published work.

A Spray of Hope, poetry and prose from lockdown 2020 is an anthology comprised of works from NHS staff, key workers and self isolating members of the public. We all took part in a ‘Writing for Wellbeing’ initiative which offered us a chance to connect nature and technology to our every changing situations. We wrote about family, community, love, loss, mental health and hope for a brighter future, post pandemic.

It’s a moving read.

My own submission focused on a place in my family home, where I spent most of my teen years. Before mobile phones. The soundtrack to my after school free time was dial up internet and the early showing of Neighbours. I’d hog the house phone, talking to friends I’d left just moments earlier at school. Forever being stepped on or over, as I took up position on the third stair. The house phone stretched just far enough to wind the cable around my fingers. Simpler times, yet devastating news still found a way to reach us and change our lives forever.

As you will read in blog posts to follow, October was the catalyst for a truly devastating time for my family. The NHS is an organisation very close to my heart. I’m proud to say that something I have created will play a very small part in supporting NHS staff and volunteers in their daily lives for the incredible work they do.

A Spray of Hope: Poetry and Prose from Lockdown 2020 is now available on Amazon, here. It’s just £6.00 and will make a lovely wintertime read.

I hope you like it.

Huge thanks to Bernadette, Sam and all involved in creating this fantastic snapshot of real life in 2020. It’s such a privilege to have been involved.

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A Whole New World

Today marks the beginning of a new dawn, (ooh sounds a bit Avengers that, doesn’t it?) it’s 08:12 and I’m on the bus to work. The first day of the 9-5 beckons.

It might sound the start of millions of other Monday mornings too, but this one is pretty monumental for me. I haven’t worked a 9-5 job in almost ten years. The freelance life has afforded me the school run, leaving dishes and bed making until mid morning. Leisurely making random lunch combo’s such as Heinz Oxtail soup with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, three snack size sausage rolls and a CapriSun – it’s a winner!

I worked 9:30 -2:30pm most days, then picked up the laptop again from 6ish and worked until I fell asleep in the chair. Usually with Brooklyn Nine Nine on in the background. Then I started picking the laptop up at 4pm, the kids ensconced in front of Cartoon Network. I started forgetting spelling sheets and our regular reading routine abandoned.

I would jump up at 5:45am to put uniforms in the tumble dryer on the day they were needed. I’d begin to order in more during the week, instead of a just a Friday night treat, Pizza Hut was becoming a staple. I was failing my kids.

So something had to change. And it has. I bid farewell to freelance life. Juggling work at all hours of the day and night, trying to make ends meet and feeling like my professional exams were a complete waste of time.

This morning I was up at 6. The sun is shining, which is a great start. Weekend washing done and out on the line. Uniforms ironed, day bags packed, and everyone out the front door to breakfast club by 7:45am.

My little son shine (that’s his nickname) she’s a few nervous years going in to breakfast club with his sister, but I know in a few minutes he’ll be totally fine. In the long run, I will be too. I know that regulating my working hours, income and career expectations will benefit us all. We’ve just got to tough out this first week or so. Corona Virus pending!

By writing this I’ve stopped myself from eating my packed lunch. Although, I fear it may not make it til 12pm! To everyone starting their first day, or planning a fresh start today, best of luck to you!

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This Is Me

If your CV isn’t an A4 paper version of The Greatest Showman, how can you expect to get noticed by recruiters? Finding a job in December is a case of survival of the most creative. 

This week I gave my CV an overhaul for the first time in 4 years. I’m applying for roles all over the country in a number of industries. Recruiters are telling me I should have a variations of my original CV to suit each vacancy, which in itself have given me a whole new role. I am now officially a Job Vacancy Researcher. It’s knackering. It also feels like some kind of mad game show.

This new full-time occupation is compounded by the fact I’m open to a relocation. Media jobs in Dubai look much more appealing than copy writing in Swindon (no offence Swindon) but if I’m going to pack up and jet off for a job, there has to be more than just the 9-5.

Apps have also revolutionised the job application process. So far I have applied for a grand total of 156 jobs across three different apps. From London to Edinburgh, Speke to Southport, there’s a whole load of work out there. And even more job seekers.

I’ve read every article on how to make your application stand out from the crowd. How to craft the perfect letter of application. I’ve even rejoined Linked In. (Thanks to all who have connected with me, had some lovely introductions and its fab to meet new people.)

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of learning all these new lessons. Game show rules. Don’t mention the skills that aren’t related to the job role. Highlight, elevate, bold your strengths, don’t mention any weaknesses, references aren’t necessary, don’t add a photo to your CV – it puts people off – snorted laughing at that one, and was only mildly offended!

At some point I’m hoping to go home with a cuddly toy or hostess trolley and bag the job I really want. Even if it’s in Swindon. I just have to perfect my show tune CV that will catch the eye of recruiters and HR bosses around the country. Won’t be long.

 

Sorry I’m Late…..

Slightly disgusted that it’s taken me until March 9th to post my first blog of 2017, but in all honesty, I’m late for most other things too.

Hello! Happy New Year, Happy Australia Day, Valentine’s Day and whatever else I’ve missed in the last few weeks. Assume you’ve all completely abandoned any New Years resolutions by now and are, like me, pretending to have a go at Lent instead? As well as being late for stuff I’m also incredibly undisciplined.

Moving swiftly on….

Global Scouse Day

2017 has been epic so far. I’m rushed off my feet with work as The Guide Liverpool goes from strength to strength. I’ve stepped in front of the camera on a number of occasions and (thanks to our ridiculously talented videographers) it looks like I did an okay job! Check out all the action from Global Scouse Day here. (Ps, scouse pizza is the bomb).

Lord Mayors Fashion Show

I’m (just about) still on course to show a capsule collection of military chic couture at The Lord Mayor of Liverpool’s Charity Fashion Show on March 30th at the Devonshire House Hotel. I’ve absolutely no idea how I’ve pulled this off because there really aren’t enough hours in the day to keep up!

Titanic

I did manage a little trip over to Belfast with my curly girl a couple of weekends ago. We had a ball exploring the city together and spending the best part of £50 on tacky gifts to bring back home. You can read our very serious review here.

Radio City Cash for Kids

Looking ahead, I’ve just become ‘Face 38’ in the Radio City Cash for Kids 1000 Faces Campaign. The charity are looking for 1000 local faces to sign up and raise just £100 each for local children and their families facing hardship. It’s an incredibly worthy cause, I’ve pledged my support and you can too here. Alternatively just give me some change or you know, like £100 the next time we meet up. That would be great thanks.

mathew street

Aside from work I’ve been back on the dating scene, which let me enlighten you, in your 30’s is an entirely different ball game to being 21 and full of confidence! Luckily Liverpool is an amazing city for a night out and any place you can dance your little heart out to an 80’s covers band until 2am on a Tuesday morning is alright with me….and him.Eric’s Mathew Street – You guys rock!

mcm comic con

I’m ridiculously excited to be reporting on MCM Comic Con Liverpool this weekend (March 11-12) and cant wait to be surrounded by passionate people (including my curly girl, mad RWBY fan) who nail their cosplay costumes every single time! How many Jokers do you reckon I can get a selfie with? Check out all the details of which TV stars are attending here.

mib awards dress

So lucky to be working with designer Alice James again after she ‘dressed’ me for last year’s Merseyside In Business Awards. This time I’m attending the James Bulger Memorial Trust Black Tie and Tiara Ball in support of my lovely friend, Jay Hynd as he hosts the star studded event, and Alice James has stepped in to help me update a vintage gown I fell in love with over a year ago…..all will be revealed on March 18th at the Crowne Plaza, Pier Head.

There’s tickets still available and if supporting the charity isn’t enough to make you snap up a ticket, boyband 5ive are headlining the entertainment! Tickets here.

Just don’t be late!

 

 

 

 

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I’m a Story-teller, whats your superpower?

It turns out I don’t have super powers in the traditional sense, I mean I can’t fly, nor can I become invisible, although I can turn into the HULK when my kids really try my patience!

I do have some super skills though, in the form of being able to turn my hand to a number of jobs which over the years have kept me afloat and helped me to turn situations into stories that engage with readers.

When I was studying to be the next Stella McCartney, I cleaned toilets at Broadgreen Hospital at the weekends to afford bolts of Calico for my first ever clothing collection. I’ve been a call centre operative, a kitchen assisant, a merchandiser, a sportswear sales assistant, a facilities manager, an administrator, a auditor, a receptionist and an exectuive PA.

Throughout all of these roles, I’ve stored the memories and drawn on them when looking for inspiration for characters and searching for examples to give to clients. Plus interviews no longer phase me.

pigeon

I’ve also juggled full-time parenting during these roles as my little brood expanded from 1 to 4 in just 10 years. Being a mlti-tasker comes as standard.

Being a Journalist is all I ever wanted to do. I worked hard during my NCTJ course, juggling classes, work experience and my children. Just a year since I started out I’ve picked up a tremendous amount of experience, some incredile contacts and ultimately my dream role.

What I love about freelance work is that its so unpredictable, the absolute opposite to how my home life works. Everything is regimented at home. From packed lunch boxes to bedtime routines, it’s all done to the letter……because it’s the only way I can get us all out of the house by 7:45am.

The other aspect of freelance work I like so much, is the relationship building. Some clients I work with on long projects that involve developing and implementing strategy over a number of months. Some I work with for just a day. No two days, nor clients are ever the same.

I absolutely love hearing people’s stories. How they came to be in business, what they sacrifice for the sake of providing a service or developing a product and being their own boss. The long hours, taking work home, never being able to switch off. It’s an exclusive gang that only those who are self-employed, or closesly related to those who are, really understand.

Helping people is second nature to some, and being able to support businesses with their admin, marketing, social media and advertising makes me happy. Whether its turning my hand to tax preparation or writing advertorial articles……or even hand writing 100 company Christmas cards, to know I’m relieveing a little of the workload gives me great job satisfaction.

Can I help you? Drop me a line katereillyjames@gmail.com

 

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Cineworld Edge Lane: A Tribute

The Guide Liverpool sent me to Cineworld, Edge Lane yesterday as the cinema prepared to close its doors for the last time.

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I’ve made so many awesome memories at Cineworld over the 20 years I’ve been going there and I’m slightly gutted that I ended that rein having to watch Ghostbusters as my last film, but hey ho! Having a chat with the staff and wolfing down a huge bag of popcorn made it worthwhile.

You can read my full review on The Guide Liverpool here.

Thank you to Megan, Vicky, Ian and all the staff, past and present as you are the stars of this show.

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Spare Parts

This weekend I sat in a caravan in North Wales writing about a Barrow in Furness engineering company. This my friends is the future of journalism.

I’ve officially finished 6 months of NCTJ exams and studies and submitted my e-portfolio for marking. In the same week I’ve weathered the EU referendum storm, submitted 12 months worth of personal documents to HMRC who seem to think there is someone else living in my house who claims tax credits and met with Carole, my business mentor, who is hopefully going to help me set up as a freelance journalist.

It’s safe to say I’ve been under a bit of pressure the last few months which may go some way to explain the weekly bouts of sickness I’ve been experiencing. I’m not pregnant, just thought I’d make that abundantly clear. But low and behold, mid Sunday roast yesterday, the mystery illness made an unwelcome return and I’ve been living in the bathroom ever since.

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Despite the crippling stomach pain and inconvenience of living in the bathroom two days a week, the worst thing to come of this situation is my deteriorating relationship with food. I swing wildly from small amounts of granola and ‘safe’ food, to absolutely nothing, to a boneless box from KFC…..and a tango. I’m getting to the point where I’m too scared to eat. During my last week of exams I ate just over 2000 calories in three days because I couldn’t afford to get sick, no where near enough sustenance for a busy mum of three.

I made the HUGE mistake of googling my symptoms around 2am when I got bored of courting the bathroom tiles. Stomach cancer, ulcerative colitis and acute pancreatitis and a tearful call to NHS direct later………..and it looks like my gallbladder is broken. Which isn’t so bad because it turns out you don’t need one!

Awaiting a scan at the moment to see what my options are.

On the positive side I’ve lost almost a stone and my work productivity rate is through the roof. Silver linings eh?

 

 

 

 

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