Beard Love .... the Evidence

The delectable Chris Young .... what can be said other than heellllooooooooo?!

Bailey Chase with a hint o' scruff!

Richard Armitage rocking the beard!

Rupert Penry Jones with some sexy stubble...

Mr Tim McGraw, the man who started the whole beard scruff loving!

Keith Urban, the ultimate cool rocker scruff!

Garrett Hedlund in Country Strong. Need I say anymore? Really? Didn't think so.

Dierks Bentley -in a word? Scruffalicious!

Henry Cavill - the man making the Tudors HOT!

The proof in undeniable. I am officially a lover-of-men-with-beards.

I heart Beards???!!!

Truth be told, I blame my insomnia. Who knew that four days into another insomnia bender, I would have an life-altering ephiphany.

True..... during these heaven-blessed ephiphanical episodes other folk have discovered cures, stumbled upon philosophical marvels or made technological breakthroughs. I don't even want to analyse why my breakthrough comes in the form of beard love. Still it is what it is.

So there I was leaving work, walking along in that I'm-so-tired-I-can't-hold-a-thought phase that comes with four days of little or no sleep when suddenly it dawned on me that I love men with beards.

Shut...up!
How can I be 36 and only know this now?!
As the bearded men catalogued through my mind to only strengthen this belief, I felt compelled to blurt out to a passerby "but not Grizzly Adams type beards".

Julien Green said "The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart". True, I don't think he was talking about beard love but still.... spooky!

Spot the Difference

Warning ... it is extremely difficult!

The Return of the 'Special Relationship'

OK peeps, enough is enough. I demand the return of the 'special relationship' between the US and the UK.

Sure we've had our differences, we've changed Prime Ministers and Presidents and we've all had the opportunity to flex our independence muscle.

But aren't we stronger together?

Now I know how awkward it can be post-break-up and 'trying again' so I propose with start with shopping. Please let me buy all your lovely goodies of fabulousness in your shops and ship them to me here. True, this is the real reason I want the return of the relationship but really, isn't it just a compliment dressed up in a Visa Bill?

There's so much I love about American shops and there's nothing worse than making it all the way through the online checkout process only to get the flash-up red-boxed warning saying that they do not ship to your country. Sob.

So Mr Cameron. President Obama. What do we say? Let the shoppers unite!

Live One Day at a Time

Zen tips from the Dalai Lama.



Much-needed today!

Stages of Procrastination

Brilliant. 'nough said!

To Bake ... or Not to Bake .... That is the Question

I don't get it. Give me a cookbook, show me a spatula or turn on a baking show and I'm captivated. It's comforting, like putting on your favourite pyjamas and slipping into much-loved slippers.

Yet I don't feel any compulsion to actually bake myself. Many moons ago, I delved into this sugary underworld to bake my then boyfriend a birthday cake to marvel at. In my naïve way, I equated the success of that cake with floury-egg-y proof of my devotion to him.

We needn’t relive the nightmare and it will come as no surprise that alas young love didn’t run smooth.

Am I the only one. A cake fan, a baking show fiend who doesn’t actually dabble herself? I can’t help but wonder if maybe, now, I should go over to the Dark Side. After all, I hear they have cookies!