On curiously British supporters

My mother hates cycling. Bikes, according to her, are evil and deliberately throw you off, and I have literally never seen her ride or even sit on a bike, save the static Penny Farthing in the family photo album. So it would seem more than a little odd that last week she and I only… Continue reading On curiously British supporters

On changing rooms

No doubt one of many musings about body image, this is probably one of the most personal approaches possible when it comes to body image and sport. Obvious disclaimer – these thoughts are based entirely on my own experiences and those of my friends, and are neither a universal truth, nor should anything I or… Continue reading On changing rooms

On ogling male athletes

Anyone who watched the Rio Opening Ceremony could not have failed to notice the shirtless, well-oiled, well-sculpted Tongan flag bearer, either because you yourself did a double take or because of the sheer wave of articles and pictures now strewn across the internet. He glistened, he rippled, he completely distracted the attention of basically every… Continue reading On ogling male athletes

On Olympic Positivity

‘I can’t believe it’s been four years since 2012!’ The words on everyone’s lips at the moment it seems. With Rio only days away, and only pushed out of the news by the car crash that is British politics at the moment, harking back to the halcyon days that were the London Olympics is basically… Continue reading On Olympic Positivity