Summer

Summer is approaching. All over the country people are doing the annual wardrobe switcheroo, bidding farewell to baggy thermals and offering a sexy hello to all things with zero wool content.
As we speak, British meteorologists sit muzzled in dark corners, frothing at the mouth desperate to be the first one to bark out the…

NTAs

So I went to The National Television Awards last night. Sure it was the first red carpet thing I’ve ever done but it turns out I was amazing at it. Here’s a few nuggets of advice on how you too can be as amazing as me:
As we all know at events like this, your outfit…

Australia

Much to my disgust, I am back from my wonderful month long holiday to Australia. I am gutted. Don’t get me wrong, the UK has some things going for it, like pork pies and Stephen Fry, but I would chop both of those in a heartbeat if it meant we could get our hands on…

First Class

If I had a pound for every time someone’s said “Hurry up and write a blog describing your experience when you recently flew in First Class!”, I’d literally have no pounds. But I would have an Anya Hindmarch toiletry bag that I stole from First Class. Did I mention I flew First Class?
But I’m still…

My Summer

What a summer! I survived my first ever Edinburgh comedy festival which is no mean feat considering it’s normal up there to say things like ‘This is my fifteenth gig of the day, only two more to go’ and ‘I had an early one last night, was home by 4’.
The festival was brilliant and uplifting…

Restaurant Amnesia

I went for dinner at a restaurant last night, something I have done countless times.
I am fully aware of the process involved; I choose from the menu, I tell the waiter my choice, the waiter brings it to me, I eat it. This procedure has always, and will always be the same. So why then…

ELLIE ENTERS BRICKGATE

We’ve all read the Samantha Brick article by now. The one where the Daily Mail writer explains how life is terrible for her because she is bone crushingly reallyreallygoodlooking and has therefore suffered awfully throughout her beautiful yet tragic existence. I believe as things stand, total reads of the offending article online have hit over…

My Week

I’ve started filming ‘Snog Marry Avoid?’! Hurrah! I’m having a hoot!
It means I’ve spent a fair bit of time lately meeting the brave folk of Britain who want to challenge POD for a ‘makeunder’. They have, without exception, been great fun to chat with, but as you can imagine if you’ve watched the show before…

Home is where the Arrested Development/Heart is…

On Saturday night I spent the evening at a friend’s house gossiping about boys, eating takeaway pizza and watching Take Me Out. At 1030pm, my dad picked me up in the car and asked if I’d had a nice time.
It was at this point that I realised I appear to have stolen the life of…

Driving Myself Mad (again, such a clever title)

Since 2002 I have done many, many things. I have graduated university. I have lived in eight houses. I have tried Yorkshire pudding with golden syrup. But what I haven’t done in that time however, is drive on a motorway.
‘Wow Ellie, you must be a hoot at dinner parties with interesting nuggets like that,’…

Getting a lot of Flack

Well everyone’s having a right go at Caroline Flack, aren’t they? All cos she’s 32 and doing rudies with 17 year-old Harry from One Direction. Assuming of course, that they really are doing rudies and Harry didn’t just stay at her house so she could sign the consent forms for his paint-balling weekend with JLS.
But…

(Pass)Worts and all (…once you read the post you’ll realise how clever that title is)

This week sees the end of an important chapter in my life. As one passport runs out, it’s time to apply for a new one. (This isn’t a shite metaphor by the way, it’s what I plan to write about.)
This particular passport (yeh, seriously) has been part of my life since I was 17. It’s…

Hello Late Twenties, Goodbye Yoof

Today I went for an unprecedented lunchtime trip to Wagamama. Yaki Soba at LUNCHTIME. It’s crazy, it’s maverick, it’s like cleaning the bathroom and THEN having shower.
The reason for such frivolity is due to it being my birthday week. But as I have decided to organise no actual festivities, friends are resorting to taking me…

Chirpy Musings from a Scottish Graveyard

I am writing this whilst on a train back from Dumfries in Scotland. I have about three and a half hours left to go and am rationing my supplies. I’m like a Chilean miner. “Two Kit Kat fingers down, two to go,” as Jose famously said.
Dumfries was  nice. It’s where Robert Burns the famous Scottish…

’8 out of 10 Cats’ like free jellybeans

On Wednesday, for the first time in my whole 22 years of life (why are you laughing?) I wangled my way into the BBC Centre in London. It was just how I’d imagined it would be, although I was sad not to see any of those hippos swimming in a circle. Maybe they were rehearsing…