Results tagged “angela clarke”
Angela Clarke gets her angry pen out
Dear Bob Crow,
I don't like you, and the feeling appears to be mutual. Stop tormenting me and let me go about my daily business unhindered.
Annoyed, from E14.
Angela Clarke says the pub is no place to talk shop
I get on well with my work colleagues. I've really connected with some of them.
We have a healthy banter, text each other when we're running late and love the same TV shows.
Angela Clarke looks at the Wharf through out of town eyes
Last week I had visitors from out of town. Way out of town. Half way up a mountain, on the border of Wales, to be precise.
It's interesting seeing our environment through their eyes.
Angela Clarke gets angry and asks why, why, why?
Canary Wharf is relatively new compared to other parts of London, so why does so much of it keep having to be repaired?
If bits aren't being patched up, they're being extended.
Angela Clarke wonders when the cancel culture began
My so called friend sent me a text at 5.45am this morning, cancelling our Starbucks date in two days' time.
I'm not sure which is more irritating - that she woke me up with a sharp beep, or that she cancelled.
Angela Clarke bemoans those lost summer days
With no children, and an active avoidance of anyone who is a teacher, I'm not up to date with the school holiday calendar.
But you don't need Spidey sense to guess it's the summer break.
Angela Clarke is a little protective of her Wharf
When I mention I work in Canary Wharf I always get the same response: "Oh, that's so far out of town!"
The Docklands is still seen as the hard to reach place with the funny Legoland trains of the late '80s.
Angela Clarke prepares for warfare, and falls asleep
The Wharf is under attack. Chemical warfare.
A biohazard assault in the form of pollen. Spores are raining from the sky, men are falling.
Angela Clarke makes friends on the Underground
How was your day Angela?" Crap actually, which is why I'm trying to block out the world by reading my book on the Tube.
"Yeah, great," I answered out loud to the guy talking to me. I didn't recognise him, which, as I wrote last week, is not unusual for me.
Angela Clarke should have stayed in bed
I knew it was going to be one of those days. My alarm didn't go off.
And it wasn't an excuse, it really didn't go off. Then my taxi, booked to take me and my high heeled feet to the station, didn't arrive.
Angela Clarke has a summery faux pas
The summer social season is taking me away from the Wharf on a whirlwind tour of christenings, weddings and big (as in age, not scale) birthday barbecues.
Large gatherings are great for catching up with people you haven't seen for a while, and terrible for bumping into those you'd rather avoid.
Angela Clarke is watching you
When the sun shines, I can't help but stare wistfully out my office window. Heck, if it's raining I can't help but stare wistfully out my office window.
My office overlooks a multitude of others. The view is far more entertaining than work.
Angela Clarke is a touch upset about taking a back-seat to the boy Rooney
Has the World Cup started yet?
I know it must be soon, the number of special TV adverts, newspaper supplements and pictures of footballs on anything you buy from the supermarket has hit, ahem, fever pitch.
Angela Clarke ponders what the bankers wear out of work
This week Canary Wharf receives a rare visit from planet fashion.
The estate is hosting one of it's popular catwalk shows, parading the cream of the shops' wares.
Angela Clarke has a disposal stress disorder
I feel I'm spending a disproportionate amount of my life recycling.
I've moved from a development of flats where I dropped everything recyclable into one bin (low grade recycling), to a house with five bins, a staggered collection calendar and a dedicated help-line (insane grade recycling).
Angela Clarke finds out a little too much about the single life
Following my move to the commuter belt, I've been fighting the feeling it's time to check into the old people's home.
Treating this anxiety in a mature and sensible fashion I have taken to hanging out in the Wharf bars with single mates.
Angela Clarke is trying not to think about the impending commute
I have a confession to make. After years of slagging off those who live outside Zone Two, I have done the unthinkable and joined them.
I'm technically no longer living within Zone Six, or for that matter, London. Ladies and gentleman, Angela has left the building and moved to suburbia.
Angela Clarke wishes she thought more Messi and less lasagne
Each night as soon as my husband's head hits the pillow he's asleep. I, by comparison, spend an age counting sheep.
A quick straw poll in the office ladies' loos confirms this is a common pattern.
Angela Clarke is moving
Moving house shouldn't be a stressful affair. It's as simple as making
a few phone calls to transfer suppliers, putting things in a box and taking them out somewhere else.
So why is it such a painful experience?
Will Angela Clarke dork it up for Clooney
It was the Harrods window display that finally tipped me over the edge. Everyone's obsessed with Alice.
I had to dive down the nearest rabbit hole and check out Tim Burton's 3D Wonderland for myself.
