Recent Entries

• The Date Competition - The results are in.... almost.

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson February 8
  So, my eagerly awaited (and partially dreaded) date with the winner of the 'Dear Coni' competition went down last night. When TNT first launched the competition I honestly thought it would be one of those things that people agreed to in good humour but that never actually materialised, like the time...

• A Face Only a Drunk Could Love.....Apparently

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson January 30
  As much as my regular posts may imply otherwise, I haven't always been so disastrously unlucky in love. Oh no, truth be told, I have only been totally single for about 5 months and before then I was quite the lothario, or whatever the female version of a lothario is. A harlot, perhaps? But not a bad...
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• Win a date with me....no, seriously.

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson January 23
  When TNT first suggested they ran a competition for its readers to win a date with me, I went through a set of emotions similar to those one is supposed to go through when dealing with grief, or perhaps recovery from crack addiction, although I'd like to make it clear, no one has died and I haven't ...
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• New Year But Nothing Resolved.

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson January 9
  The beginning of a new year is one of those weird times when even the most pessimistic of people can get caught up in an unnerving wave of optimism. I imagine even the lowlifes and vagabonds of London's seedy underworld are walking with a slight spring in their step come January the 1st.  'Forg...

• Lonely This Christmas? Not so much.

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson December 29, 2011
  So, Christmas is over for yet another year. The turkey has been eaten, the mulled wine has been drunk and my soul has been destroyed. Those of you who are kind enough to read my posts regularly will notice I have been somewhat silent for the past couple of weeks. That, my friends...

• Here Comes The Spinster....

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson December 11, 2011
  So, I am currently on a train back to London, nursing a champagne hangover and feeling more single and depressed than ever. The catalyst for both ailments? A family wedding aka - the single girl's emotional Guantanamo bay. A chamber of torture, a minefield of bombs just waiting to explode in your fa...

• Pinch, Punch 1st of the Month – My Winter of Discontent begins.

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson December 1, 2011
  Yes, December is officially upon us, which of course means that the air is buzzing with yuletide joy and the laughter of gleeful children, high on candy canes and capitalism. However, it also means it is now seriously bloody cold. Unfortunately, I am definitely one of these people that suffers from ...
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• Small Suitors.....

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson November 24, 2011
  So, this week I have been held hostage in my own kitchen working towards a university deadline.  Due to my distinct lack of self discipline and an aptitude for procrastination that only a university student can hone, an assignment that could have been relatively stress free was a...
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• This week I went on a date.... didn't I?

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson November 16, 2011
  As previous posts will confirm, I have been in somewhat of a man drought of late. A lonely traveller lost in the Sahara sex desert, if you like. I decided that, before I start hallucinating a mirage of half naked men, I had better take drastic action and get myself a date. So I asked out Rob.Rob is ...
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• Looking for love in A&E

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson November 9, 2011
  So, two interesting things happened to me this weekend. Firstly, I was rushed into hospital with suspected appendicitis and secondly, I signed up to an online dating site. I can safely say the former was far more enjoyable than the latter. My main discovery of the weekend was this: You will not find...
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• All of the city and none of the sex...  

  by Coni Longden-Jefferson November 6, 2011
  When I first moved to London, a bright eyed and naïve eighteen year old, I genuinely believed the streets would be paved with eligible bachelors, just waiting to woo me into amorous clinches in Regents Park and romantic, Autumnal strolls down the South Bank.   However, I also believed Na...