 In the past 13 years I've lived in nine different houses (thank you university and London rental market). I've had one failed relationship, and two more almost-boyfriends (thank you modern dating). I've learnt how to do laundry, and how to cook (kind of). I've worked for four different companies, and have even started paying into a pension. Life comes at you fast, but one thing hasn't changed – on Sunday nights at 9pm I'll take a seat on the sofa with a cup of tea, perhaps a couple of biscuits, and I'll tune into The Only Way Is Essex, which is currently in its 32nd series. The reality soap has been my longest-standing adult relationship. While I now have mounting responsibilities, and more grey hairs, I can still find comfort in watching Amy Childs drinking a glass of prosecco and telling people to 'shut up'. In those moments, it's like nothing has changed. I started watching during my first year at college. I was at the cusp of adulthood, and found it fascinating watching how the TOWIE gang fared during it just before I got my chance. Tuning in once just wasn't enough, so I got myself the DVD box sets too and spent evenings re-watching Lucy Mecklenburgh and Mario Falcone having date night at an Italian restaurant, or James Argent smuggle in pizza to a bootcamp. Being a grown-up looked so much fun. My friend, who was the first person to get an iPhone in my friendship group, even downloaded the TOWIE app for £1.49, which did little more than allow us to listen to their catchphrases while sitting in the canteen on lunch breaks. I've had some other reality TV flings, of course – Made In Chelsea and I were pretty close for some time, but seemed to drift apart when Louise Thompson departed. I dabbled in Geordie Shore – they always made me feel less hangxiety as it was great to see other people behave ridiculously after a couple of double vodkas. Sadly, it gave me the ick aft){kind=link}
NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
In the past 13 years I’ve lived in nine different houses (thank you university and London rental market).
I’ve had one failed relationship, and two more almost-boyfriends (thank you modern dating).
I’ve learnt how to do laundry, and how to cook (kind of). I’ve worked for four different companies, and have even started paying into a pension.
Life comes at you fast, but one thing hasn’t changed – on Sunday nights at 9pm I’ll take a seat on the sofa with a cup of tea, perhaps a couple of biscuits, and I’ll tune into The Only Way Is Essex, which is currently in its 32nd series.