“It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.”
In a world where I have dreams of being the Carrie Bradshaw of Bath, the reality is more Bridget Jones-esque.
I essentially stumble through life trying very hard to look stylish and sound classy, witty and intelligent. But in actual reality, under the mask of my Vintage Rose Lipstick and tortoiseshell glasses, lies a confused and bumbling singleton, who finds solace in family sized bars of chocolate (not for sharing) and looking at houses I can’t afford on Rightmove.
I have deluded aspirations of being a journalist and private investigator – and one day, owner of a very successful Lady Detective Agency which operates from the back room of a boutique cafe in the city.
I essentially feel (and act) like I have fallen out of a time machine that gave me a one-way ticket to the future from the 1930’s.
And here I am.. A miserable, bitter singleton ‘making it work’ in the 21st century.
And hating every minute of it.
What Amy Did Next was founded after a very messy break up (for which I am now eternally grateful), and was supposed to document all the wonderful things I went on to do. The only problem with that is that I am so boring it’s a sin and as a result have frig all to document. So it just ends up as a mind dump and occasional moan about society and the people in it.
If you’re looking for gift-guides, make up tutorials or dating advice, please leave through the main doors and only return when your life becomes as tragic as mine.