It’s not often mentioned but it is remarkable how similar Easter is to Christmas. The pressure on the host is equal to the pressure of Christmas day; feeding 20 people with different food intolerances and likes and dislikes, providing the perfect egg, making your dining room look like something from Ideal Home. Here at Pf Magazine, we have the definitive guide to making it look like you’ve got this licked.
We’ve all got that one Facebook friend.
The one you went to school or college with who was really popular despite not being all that great. The one who had liberal parents that let them have parties and who are still popular now, with the same old gang of people fawning all over them and you still don’t understand what the attraction is.
Quick question: do you have a billboard worthy body? If the answer’s no, you may be at risk of being banned from wearing a bikini, and in turn going to the beach, forever.
Claire* from Worcester is hiding a dark secret from her group of Women friends in the Village she lives in. For fear of being ostracized from her group of middle age, middle-class friends, Claire has requested we change her name to protect her identity.
So, after pussyfooting around each other for months you’ve finally asked him out on a date. Although initially a little surprised, he eventually said yes at the point he couldn’t see his computer screen anymore for all your post-it notes. The next step is to find the perfect venue for that first date.
“The garden of Mary Thomas is a sight to behold. The garden of the unassuming terrace house in Greater Manchester is full of an array of impressive looking greenhouses, raised beds and planters.”
“My name is Kate and I am terminally single. My last serious relationship was with a guy called Kevin. We were together for three years. We were blissfully happy (so I thought) and planning a future. We talked about marriage, houses, and children – the works.”
“You wake up one day and wonder where the best years of your life have gone. Looking over to your left the answer is lying there beside you; mouth wide open with breath that smells like he swallowed a turd in the night.”