I think my bookshelf would genuinely surprise people. Actually, no. Shock them. Not because it’s full of anything outrageous, but because it doesn’t really match the version of me most people think they know. If you met me at work, you’d probably assume I spend my evenings doing something very sensible. Reading something wholesome. Watching something normal. Going to bed early like a well-behaved little office girl who definitely doesn’t have thoughts that wander too far. And

I think people trust quiet girls far too easily. If you’re soft-spoken, polite, feminine, and look like you’ve got yourself together, people tend to decide who you are almost immediately. The sweet one. The innocent one. The good girl in the office who keeps her head down and behaves herself. And honestly? I usually let them think that. Why wouldn’t I? It makes things much more fun for me. Because the truth is, I’ve never really been as innocent as I look. I just happen to be

I’ve realised something about myself recently. I get on far too well with older men. Not in an obvious way. It’s never loud or over the top. It’s always in the quieter moments… the way they carry themselves, the way they look at you without rushing, like they already know exactly what they’re doing. I think that’s what gets me. That calm confidence. I always start off the same way. Sweet, polite, just talking. Nothing too much. Nothing you could really question. And then some

The snooker World Championships Final is on tonight. And I don’t half-watch it. I’m properly paying attention. It’s not the kind of thing you can just have on in the background anyway. Every shot matters. Every decision. One mistake and it all shifts. I’ve always liked that about it. The patience. The control. The way nothing is rushed, even when it could be. It takes more focus than people realise. But if I’m honest… that’s not the only reason I like it. I’ve always had a bi

I've always looked like the quiet one. Soft-spoken. Polite. The kind of girl no one really questions. The one who sits at her desk, gets on with things, and looks exactly how she’s supposed to. And I’ve never really felt the need to correct that. It’s quite useful, actually. People tend to see what they expect to see. Once they’ve decided who you are, they don’t look much further. Which works in my favour more than it probably should. Because I’ve never really been as innocen