Long Time, No See

So I’m incredibly aware that in January I said my aim this year was to write more. This has absolutely been achieved as I received a promotion at work into the role of Copywriter. Writing product descriptions of tyres and brake levers are out, writing blog posts, scripts, and advice articles are IN.


Alas, this is to the detriment of my own blog. I’d really like to make a renewed effort at writing in here, but I feel my blog lacks purpose, direction. Then again, maybe that is the theme my blog should take; my love of everything! My love of science, history, books, attractive men, gin, and snowy Scandinavian landscapes.


Not forgetting attractive Scandinavian men, of course ❤

SO. This is my pledge to you, person who probably found my blog when wondering how the hell to get their hair from black to blonde (Those posts are here and here. You’ll get there, I promise. Just be prepared to rock short hair for a while.).

I WILL WRITE MORE. I will keep this blog up to date. I will share photos with you of places that I go and things that I do.

For example, this year I have already been to Edinburgh and Dublin with my mom. In Edinburgh I drank Prossecco off an artist’s palette:


Tried some whiskey:


I learnt that I will never like whiskey.

And tried some Edinburgh gin:


But I bloody love gin.

In Dublin I drank Guinness even though I shouldn’t because barley hates me:


Rang the bells of Christ Church Cathedral:


And drank some more gin:


Later this year I’m hoping to go to either Rome or Budapest, and next week I’m doing a few day trips around the UK, so I’ll try to remember to keep you all updated!

Thanks for reading, and ciao for now!

Nikki x



New blog!

Stop the clocks! For I have just created a new blog, all about being gluten free. I didn’t want to turn off my more regular readers by posting about a diet they don’t need to follow, so I created a separate one called Gluten Free & The Graceless Girl.

Yes, Graceful Girl would have sounded better, but if you met me, you’d know this was nothing but an out and out lie.

Anyway, pop over there if ingesting a mere Malteser gives you symptoms you’d rather not discuss in polite company (yes, this happened to me yesterday) and share in the gluten free love!

In other news: I’ve started running again. Running is the only exercise I enjoy, and I’m not as bad at it as I think I am. I used to run on a treadmill, but after nearly face planting into one, I lost my confidence in them and I also lost my balance. So this time, I’m running outside. Which is hard. It’s really, really hard! I’m following the Zombies, Run! 5k Training app and I’ve been really, really impressed with it. When I first started running, 2  years ago, I followed the generic C25K programme which is ok, but my god, it is mind numbing. After the first time I did it, I basically went off running and have been trying again and again to get back into it, but the C25K programme makes me want to cry. Zombies, Run! 5k, on the other hand, is amazing. It’s less structured than C25K as it has ‘free run’ sections, where you walk or run as much as you’re able. Basically, it puts the control back in your hands, and I’ve found I trust my abilities a lot more following this programme than I did with the original one. The sessions are longer – the longest session is 52 minutes, and it also intersperses your training with stretches, squats, heel lifts – all things to help you build up your strength. I completed Week 5, Day 1 yesterday, so I’m well on my way to actually achieving it, and outside, too!

The more exciting thing in my life is that I’ve booked to go to Dublin again! It was a bit of an impromptu decision last night, after listening to some Irish drinking songs. I’m going for 4 days in March, and I’m taking my dad with me. His mom is from Dublin and he hasn’t been back since he was about 6, so I’m really excited to show him around, show him the street his mom was born on, get him to drink lots of Guinness… Alas, I can’t drink Guinness (see Malteser incident, above), which slightly diminishes it, but not really! Dublin is the only place I’ve visited where I truly feel like I’m at home. Exciting!

Nikki x

Amsterdam is for friends.

I have just come back from a fabulous four days in Amsterdam. What a city! Beautiful place, friendly people and (mostly) good weather. It’s on an equal footing with Stockholm for my favourite city so far. (And Dutch men are as pretty as the Swedes.) I’d love to live abroad one day – my parents did it (Sewf Eefikah) – we all possess itchy feet syndrome in this house – and I could easily see myself living in such a cosmopolitan city.

So, without further ado, here is my photo journal!

(Please be warned that there are NSFW pictures from the Sex Museum!)

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Next week, I am going to Amsterdam. I know. On JSA. How DO I do it? (The answer: still live at home, only child, very sympathetic parents, and I’m tight as anything. I’m very good at saving.)

Just thought I’d pop this post here in case any of my readers have any places they would recommend I visit? I’ve already booked tickets to the Anne Frank House and The Heineken Experience, we’re planning to go to the sex museum near Central Station (of COURSE!) and also intending to visit Apenheul (a monkey zoo? HELL yes!) I am going to go to the Rijksmuseum (probably on my own) as I have a real love for early Netherlandish art. We’re only there for four days and will probably be hungover for two of those days, knowing us, so we have to pack a lot in.

But if you have any tips on places to visit, restaurants to eat in, coffee shops to *ahem* drink coffee in, fire away!

Äventyr i svenska. (Adventures in Swedish.)

Genuine Swedish chocolate bars.

I learn Swedish. I go to classes and everything. I’m not entirely sure why, but hey, it keeps me out of trouble. (Actually, I am sure why: once upon a time I developed an unhealthy obsession with Alexander Skarsgård which lent itself to a slightly more healthy obsession with Sweden and I still entertain ideas in my head of being swept off my feet by a tall Viking type. Also, it’s high-LAR-ious to listen to.)

Of course, Swedes speak English a bajillion times better than I could ever hope to speak their tongue, so it’s all in vain to be honest. But I try!

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