The last week has been a quiet one for me. Unlike the unruly nights that came with the World Cup, my nights were filled with soft music in the background, a lot of reading and a lot of reality TV. This was all very pleasant, but it did nothing for my weight loss plan because who wants to watch TV wi

Last weekend, I was back at my parents’ house. I was finally de-cluttering my childhood bedroom after, ooh, about 27 years of putting it off. I haven’t lived there for five years and my dad is itching to turn my room into a study. Like any spring clean, it was cathartic –

A few weeks ago, I embarked on a mission to prove I was still a bona fide party girl. The World Cup offered more parties than usual to attend. Latinova in Rosebank has been my club of choice recently – MTV Base has been hosting their parties there. Soccer matches followed by live performances

I recently went to a high-school reunion. Okay, there was a big tiered cake and my friend Julie was wearing a full-length wedding gown. But the guest list was a Who’s Who of school friends, so essentially it was a Class Of 2000 reunion (even the church hall had the same polish-meets-damp smell

The freedom to make your own decisions is one of the great perks of adulthood. Gone are the days when you had to get permission to eat ice cream for breakfast or follow curfew. On the flip side, there are added responsibilities such as waking up every day to go to work and paying bills. I take time

Heading home from work, I picked up a newspaper screaming the headline, ‘Aussie men want you!’ If you’re wondering where all the hot, single men have gone, it turns out they’re in South Australia – where the sun shines for 3 000 hours a year and 50% of the male populati

For me, soccer has always had the same appeal as shopping for shoes at Green Cross. It makes sense to a lot of people but I’m drawn to other things. The excitement of the World Cup caught up to me round about the same time that the tag line ‘Feel It Is Here’ turned into ‘Phil

Welcome to June. Yes, it’s scientifically proven that men find us more attractive in summer, when our pheromones are dancing around like Brendan Cole on a pogo stick. And yes, it’s difficult to feel sexy in winter. It’s definitely tricky to feel in a flirty mood – but not imp

My week started off badly, with a phone call from the bank. ‘Miss Ramsden, you appear to have gone over your overdraft limit quite substantially. Are you aware of this?’ I wasn’t. What’s more, I still had two weeks left until pay day. Surely there was some mistake? So, at lun

Much like Benni McCarthy has had no shortage of pies, Jo’burg never has a shortage of events. I’ve now mastered the art of knowing that it’s okay to decline some invitations. Quite frankly, I can’t hold down a full time job and go to all these functions and preserve my sanity