I wore my new Nike Air Max at all times. I frowned as I walked past McDonald's, and I felt unashamedly good as my flat mate tucked into a large pepperoni pizza in front of the tele. "You haven't even been to a gym class yet!" she yelled. I guess people will say anything when you go to the gym now.
The Festival has ended but you can't quite seem to get it out of your system. Here are five common symptoms to watch out for when suffering from Edinburgh Festival Participant Leftover Bodily Functions Syndrome.
Yes, folks. A couple of months ago, we acquired a dog. A two-year-old boxer called Daisy, whose role was to shake our family out of its iPad-induced inertia, and get us out and about. Like the von Trapp family. But with poo bags.
Responsible dad act aside, I couldn't help sitting there thinking what would happen if Pixar released an Inside Out sequel about life inside the ADULT brain. Imagine what that would look like? So I tried to draw it...