Shamelessly stealing the title of one of my favourite books,  Things I Like About America , I thought I'd reminisce about some of the th...

So when all's said and done, despite all the late nights and early mornings, the punishing schedule and the moments when I just wanted i...

The Yoga bubble: Part 3 With the half moon presentations out of the way we found ourselves with exciting new challenges to get to grips wit...

The answer as to how I’d cope with two classes per day, along with lectures, posture clinics, and late-night Bollywood movies for the next n...

It’s been a little over three weeks since the end of Bikram Yoga Teacher Training Spring 2012 and I’ve yet to write about my nine week exper...

I've been back from LA for five days now, and it's been 10 days since I graduated as a Bikram Yoga teacher after nine weeks in '...

So here I am, days away from hitting the halfway point of Bikram Yoga Teacher Training. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm plonked on m...

So I did it - I bloody well flew for the first time. And surprisingly it wasn't the white-knuckle scream-fest I expected it to be. O...

That title? Unbelievably not a joke. I'm writing this post sitting in my Mini dealer on a chilly Thursday morning while Clubbie's ...

So I'm still banging on to everyone I encounter about how much I enjoyed John Carter, and yes, I do plan on seeing it again, and yes I s...

I haven't gone off on a mad rant in what seems like forever so I'm going to seize the opportunity and get the old blood boiling righ...

Let's make no bones about it: I was a fat kid. I can hide behind terminology such as 'cuddly,' 'somewhat rotund,' and ...

"Oh no," you say. "It's one of those posts about yoga." Yes it is, but I promise if you bear with me I'll rewa...

Longterm stalkers readers will remember last August how I shared the exciting story of how I made an ebook . It was a thrilling tale of swe...