From Live TV to Keith Lemon, there's nothing Holly Willoughby can't handle.
My interview with Glamour's TV personality of the year...
Tom Odell and Jake Bug both have albums out this month. But who's the hippest of them all?
My Indie Boy Ratings for Glamour...
Interviewing the Years and Years frontman on a day in his life on tour...
Talking about my two favourite things! Chocolate and Alcohol!
Wait... I obviously meant family and friends... It's about Easter anyway. Enjoy!
This is one of my favourite features in Cosmopolitan. First love; lost and then reunited, years later. Who doesn't want to read about that almost certainly cringe inducing reunion?
Which is one of the reasons it's such a tricky double page of Cosmo to fill! However I was lucky enough to find Leanne and Matthew. And they were lucky enough to... Actually, no, you'll just have to read it. Enjoy!
Leanne said -
- Matthew Said
Want to see what happened when I met with my 'First Love'? Click here.
(**covers eyes and hides behind sofa**)
Because sometimes a girl just needs to receive a big purple aubergine...
Of course, when I try to practise yoga, the results are usually more hazardous to my health than beneficial- seriously, you've never met a girl with less spacial awareness.
However, researching broken-heart syndrome for Cosmopolitan, has made me think twice about using my yoga mat primarily for sunbathing...
Emma Webley is an all-natural 34K whose mantra is: 'Don't be thinner be healthier!' And I couldn't agree more!
I got to interview the gorgeous lady about her body and her refreshing confidence whilst freelancing for Cosmopolitan in 2015
(Emma was clothed for said interview...)
Anyone who knows me will know, celebrity gossip, romance rumours and famous love triangles are really not my bag. I'm the girl who, until recently, thought that Kylie and Kendall Jenner were the same person...
...However, during a week at Look magazine, I learnt Kylie (Minogue, not Jenner) had a new bf, Liv Tyler has kids (more than one!) and Gwen Stefani is no longer married to that guy from her band! - Who knew? Enjoy!
When Cosmopolitan found this blog, I was thrilled! And even more so when they asked me to write a feature on 'First Love', however there was a catch...
...I had to meet up with my 'First Love'
Here's the printed feature in Cosmopolitan UK October issue 2015 written by me (Hayley Thompson) and Rosie Mullender.
... He Said...
I guess it really could have been a whole lot worse.
Although it is a great shame that the single worst photograph of my face, in existence, is now forever printed in a national magazine...
..."Give me emotionless!" the photographer shouted after telling us we'd done 'awkward' really well! (*Sigh*) Well, Screw 'emotionless' I thought, I'm going straight to 'gormless' and I'm giving you loads of it!
Here's my first published feature for Metro
And it all started with a little tweet about holiday romance...
"Dating blogger Janey Heathly on how fallen of someone is easier on holiday
When I'm at home in London, I am 'that' girl who, for one reason or a million others, is always single. And, actually, that's the way I like it. But when I'm away, there's an alter ego that comes out to play - the girl who loves a holiday romance.
So why this change of heart every time I grab my passport? Why are so many of us ready for love just because it's a holiday?
As we jet off we let go of work mode and, with it, many of our inhibitions. We worry less about the big stuff, like a connection, and more about just enjoying ourselves.
My first holiday romance happened in Mexico. It was the best two weeks of my life so far. I was eight when I met a nine-year-old Spanish boy, who asked me out in an American accent. He collected me from my room with a pink flower picked from the hotel poolside. It was ever so romantic. I sat between him and his mother at the all-you-could-eat buffet. There were even Oysters!
there followed a string of two-week flirtations year after year, promises of pen pals and distraught journeys back to, as I saw it, the grey reality of everyday life where the romances never dared follow.
Another memorable one involved me falling from a bar into the arms of a handsome stranger in Greece, my bare foot bleeding. I don't remember falling from the bar, just warm, strong arms carrying me. then later the same good-looking stranger, a fair-haired boy, pretending to be my brother, sat next to me in A&E. There, my foot was bandaged and I began to sober up into an unforgiving hangover. Yet that night became the night of my first motorcycle ride (to hospital), stitches, and the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy, whether or not you're balancing on one leg.
After that first Mexican moment, for me holiday romances became a pattern from crushes in the kids club, to the breed of childhood romances where the entire resort knows you're 'boyfriend and girlfriend', yet you're too embarrassed to hold hands. At 14 years old I fell for a sailor but I ruined my chances by vomiting over his deck shoes after one beer. Also he was 35. Then a year later, I met a rugby player of my own age who slow danced with me at the end of the dock.
It's not just the heat going to my head - there is some science behind a holiday romance or fling. Science or sweat, at least. Holiday heat makes s sweat more, bringing testosterone, the hormone responsible for our sex drive, to the surface of our skin. This makes us more desirable and we desire little more that a brief fling.
Leaving the country is just like leaving myself. On holiday you can be your best bits - highlights, if you will - and no one will know otherwise. Because after all, you're leaving again a week later to head back to reality."