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Book Review: This is Going to Hurt by Adam Kay

“The depths of the lows is the price you pay for the height of the heights”
Since the beautiful people at Amazon invented the Kindle and ensured that arm cramp from holding up your book without creasing the spine became a thing of the past, I have read a lot of books.  And most of them, in one way or another, find a way to impact on my life. 
Whether it’s the uncanny relate-ability of teenage fiction, the awe inspiring word porn of a Matt Haig masterpiece right through to a cheap laugh from one of those terribly cheesy short fiction comedies, it’s rare that a book doesn’t have something to at least catch my attention. But some books have the power to do a lot more than that…
When I picked up Adam Kays little book I was expecting some grizzly tales of life in the NHS to fuel my fire of moaning to my family about how stressful my job is when I get home from work expecting the kettle on (I’m not a junior doctor obviously, but I am frontline NHS staff and we are in pretty similar, sinking…
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Celebrating Cyrille Regis and Learning From His Legacy...

I was lying on the sofa this morning, Bridget Jone’s baby on the tv for about the 100th time, when my Dad came into the room to tell me that Cyrille Regis had sadly passed away aged 59. “Who?” - I said.  And then I looked closer…
As I read the stories of a man discovered playing football on a local park who would go on to play for England, I was shocked to find that I knew so little about him… particularly as this was a man who would use a pair of boots and a ball to change the face of English football. 
As I read each article in turn I soon discovered that this was far from a story of glitz and glamour; it was also a story of how a man followed his dream and passion, whilst himself being followed by racism, abuse and discrimination. On the day of his England debut, Regis stepped into the changing room at Wembley stadium to be greeted by a bullet and a threat to end his international career before it even began. His is a story of grit and determination and courage. It’s a story that makes…

Happy 1st Birthday Folk Print Daydreams

1 year ago today I was sat in a room surrounded by post it notes, glittery coloured pens and over-priced notebooks thinking to myself: RIGHT! How exactly do you start a blog? 
What followed, whether you were here for the ride or not, was a series of erratically posted, rambly little lifestyle articles that followed virtually none of the rules that are laid out to you in buzzfeed articles about how to make your blog successful. I had no clear goals, no clear directions, just a dodgy old laptop that would only work with the screen held at certain angles and words of encouragement from my best friend (and soulmate). 
In many ways, I set myself up for a bit of a fall… but we are still here, over 90,000 pageviews later  to tell the tale. 
When Folk Print Daydreams was born I thought that I wanted what everyone else seemed to have… amazing posts with professional photographs that go viral after every publication and a queue of brands waiting to work with me until I eventually became an award w…

Gratitude...

Today, two strange things took place in my little world. 
Firstly, I headed back to uni; not for a radical career change before anyone gets confused, just to make a start on getting some modules towards my masters degree. As I walked down the cobbled streets towards the University of Chester’s Riverside building it felt, albeit a huge cliche, like taking a walk down memory lane, particularly when I walked through the doors to be greeted by the mass of nervous bodies and musky smell of long neglected suits that indicated undergraduate interviews were taking place. 
I was instantly reminded of the last time that I was in that building, my 17 year old self sweating into her less-than-fashionable fur trimmed poncho, clinging to my dad as if, rather than my leap into adulthood, I was waiting for my first day of school. I was terrified, anxious and uncertain, topped off with all of the usual teenage anxt - was my outfit too formal? Was my hair a mess? Could they tell how much I wanted it? I f…

So Here It Is Christmas... And What Have You Done?

(DISCLAIMER: IT'S A LOT)
There’s something about the festive season that literally has the ability to make you feel every single emotion possible all at once. In the weeks leading up to the big day, it feels like the whole world is caught up in a flurry of excitement/stress/happiness/pressure and you almost just get carried along in the tide of it all. 
This year I was determined not to get stressed. What is it for? Making yourself skint so that every distant friend and relative wakes up to a new set of bathbombs on Christmas morning, working every hour you humanly can to afford lavish presents so as not to be outdone by the #boydonegood style trends that are splashed across social media, meaning that when the time comes to eventually give them you are so tired you end up sprawled across a sea of quality street wrappers by 9pm. 
This year, more than any other year before, my social media was filled with reminders that Christmas is a far from happy time for many. We feel the pressure…

Should I Be Happier?

I know which version of myself that I want the world to see; I know it when I wake up in the morning and instinctively look straight into the mirror, I know it when I spend uncomfortable lengths of time deciding what to wear to face the day and I definitely know it when I’m desperately trying to hide a bad mood or short temper. Every single day I know which side of me I should put forward to the people around me and which is best left for the couch on a rainy Sunday morning.
The books, the songs, the adults that shape our future, they all teach us the importance of putting our “best foot forward”. We are trained up like soldiers going to war to head out into the world showcasing that we are strong and carefree, patient and kind and absolutely nothing else is acceptable. Happiness, when you leave your bed in the morning, has become something that you wear rather than something that you feel…
That smile that we put on before we leave the house, it sometimes feels like a suit of armour rig…

Oddly Enough, Armpit Vaginas Might Be A Really Good Thing...

With the really strange state of the world at the moment, it’s not rare that I open up a news app on my mobile phone and find myself wishing that I hadn’t. Flicking over the daily headlines of death, destruction and eternal misery is getting harder by the day and I don’t know about you, but I don't feel like this is about to change anytime soon. As I sat in the staff room at work last week, phone in hand, waiting to see what joys awaited me, I was really surprised to find that not 1, but 2, news apps had a headline very different to what usually appears on my screen.
Not nuclear war… Not Brexit… Not the downfall of the NHS… Or the benefits system… Or humanity as a whole…
“Armpit vaginas” That was the headline. 
That little fold of skin that appears when your arm is held against your body. 
That perfectly natural little gap between your shoulder and chest that someone, somewhere, with far too much time on their hands has decided looks like the female anatomy. 
That was the forefront