Heartbreak in Hiroshima

Heartbreak in Hiroshima. It sounds like a trashy, OTT Mills & Boon novel (I actually very much enjoy reading clichéd romantic fiction – if my love life is doomed, I don’t see why I can’t enjoy and live the love lives of fictional characters), albeit with no happy ending. This is going to be the…

My Samurai

I really should have written about this when it was hot off the press. Albeit late, here we go. My spinning instructor is really effing sexy. Hot. Droolworthy. The babe to rule them all. My heart rate is through the roof before I even get on the bike, and after every weekly class, the pool…

My Newfound Passion

And I mean really new. Like, last week new. In my Head of Department’s words, I have become a rugby monster. It all began with an innocent question on my part (and luckily for me, my Head of Department is always ready to oblige whenever I have a query). “Who’s famous and a redhead? Like,…

Boys and Boobs

So, I never really noticed this before becoming a secondary school teacher (call me naïve if you like) but, I never realised how much boys look at boobs! Well, my boys and my boobs in particular, and boys of all ages: 8th graders all the way up to 11th graders! And even then I only…