My work uniform usually involves denim, cotton, and never a heel higher than two inches. It’s comfortable, easy, and low-maintenance (I haven’t even looked at an iron yet this year). But every time I visit Manchester’s Royal Exchange Theatre, I find myself inordinately curious about the actors whose jobs could reasonably involve wearing a corset … More Playing dress-up at the Royal Exchange Theatre
I never really considered myself to be independent. I chose my secondary school based on where my best hopscotching friends were going. I went to university because that’s what everyone else was doing (and once I got there, proceeded to cry every hour of every day for about a week). Decision-making is a nightmare, and … More What happened to my head when I tried to do the same adventure as everyone else
Mention the Women’s Institute (WI) in conversation, and you’ll probably still hear jokes about cherry Bakewells and boobs, pastels and pearls, and Victoria sponges. And it’s hard to put those dated ideas out of your mind, especially if – like me – your Nan was a fan, proudly showing off her award-winning trifles (and, to … More What’s the WI like for modern women?
We previously brought you our survival guide to Altrincham Market, where we found that a large glass of Rioja can fix anything. But now it’s time for Market Street, and you won’t find a large glass of Rioja here. You’re going to need to be smarter (and more sober) for this. The hustly, bustly pedestrianised … More Running the Primark-to-Zara gauntlet
It was like Christmas morning. Manchester went to sleep as normal, but woke up to find itself with a shiny new bike under the tree. Okay, 1,000 shiny new bikes. One minute there were no Mos, now we are surrounded by them. How Mobike managed to roll this cycle-sharing scheme out so quietly, widely, and … More Are Mobikes the best thing to happen to Manchester?
Where do I begin? How do I even find the words? You will all have seen the news about the atrocity that took place at the Manchester Arena last night, and truly, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. But it needs to be written. The people of Manchester deserve to be … More A letter from Manchester
Take a look at your life now. Your home, your career, your friendships, even your nail colour. How did you get here? At any point, did you feel like you were just… winging it? Yes. Resoundingly, overwhelmingly, yes. Sometimes we’ve all just had to dive in and hope for the best. To trust gut feelings, … More Why sometimes it’s okay to not know what you’re doing
It’s that time of year again. The nights are longer, the sun marginally warmer, trees be-sprinkled with pink blossom. Pubs are hosing down their garden furniture and stocking up on Rekorderlig, Tesco are panic-ordering sausages and Soleros, bus drivers are tentatively giving their A/Cs a prod and checking the windows haven’t frozen shut forever. And … More IT’S A NEW SEASON I MUST IMMEDIATELY REEVALUATE MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE
I inherited much more than just eye shape from my mum – here are a few of the life lessons she’s taught me Practice gratitude Just picture the most stressful week you’ve ever had. The week where everything goes wrong at once – trains cancelled, payroll hiccups, lost headphones, stubbed toes, forgotten deadlines – those … More I got it from my mama
Oh, this place is popular. It’s how-small-can-I-make-myself-so-that-I’m-not-in-everyone’s-way popular. This is how to safely navigate food heaven at the weekends, because it is *so* worth it Do: Coordinate Sychronise watches, everyone, it’s time to get serious. There’s no real system for seating at Market House, so it can be a bit of a free-for-all at weekends. … More Your Altrincham Market/Mackie Mayor survival guide
Daisy Jackson 