Oh no.

I’ve been trying to run from this for at least 3 or 4 years. But I admit defeat – I’m slowly transforming into an adult.



Here are some signs you’re also going through this inevitable transition..

1. You enjoy watching Location Location Location

What’s more, you’re actually putting yourself in the position of the first time buyers – ‘hmm yeah they’re right about being so close to the main road. Great access to the train station and decent schools though’. No I ain’t guna buy a house. Why do Phil and Kirsty make looking at them seem so fun though?


2. You write a list for a food shop

and actually stick to it.

3. You’re friends with real life adults

And they’re not just your parents friends- they’re your friends. Adults – imagine that!



4. You leave a decent night out because you know you’ll feel like hell at work tomorrow.

You may get home and stay up even longer watching cringey proposal videos on YouTube but the good intentions were there.

5. Saying that, sleep is your best friend

You stick to a bed time most nights which is so unbelievably sad but feels so good.

6. Your mates are getting pregnant and married and you congratulate them

Because it seems intentional now…

7. You silently judge teenagers outfits.

Too many crop tops, not enough jumpers girls


8. People at work come to you with questions

You think I know the answer? I have no idea what’s going on mate

9. You no longer see the appeal of junk food.

It’s gross, it makes you feel awful and you’d rather a nice pasta salad.


10. You strategically plan annual leave to get maximum beach/festival/lying on the sofa time

Being paid to do a whole load of nothing is a beautiful beautiful thing.

11. Fitbits.

Fitbits everywhere. Basically a glorified, overpriced pedometer. But gotta have one. Counting steps each day – how very adult of me.

tired of this shizz.

Despite all of these signs, you just gotta remember that you’re nothing more than a lost child, blagging your way through this mess. Keep at it 🙂




I bloomin love instagram. As I’m genuinely a little sad that I’ve barely travelled at all this year, here’s a look back at my fave travel pics and a shameless plug to follow me on instagram.

🐘 #Kenya #oljogi #elephants #laikipia #safari #travel #photography #🐘

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3 months in Kenya meant seeing lots of beautiful animals. Giraffes, elephants and rhino in walking distance from my house.


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I went to Latitude with Oxfam a few weeks ago. Lake swimming was definitely a highlight.

Christmas markets in Vienna are so cute. Austria is definitely underrated.

I love goats more than life itself.

I spent a few months in Cape Town and it is without doubt, my favourite place on earth.

Pont des arts, Paris 🔐 #Paris #France #bridge #lovelockbridge #pontsdesarts #travel

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What happened to Pont des Arts in Paris? Have the padlocks gone now? I lived in Paris for 8 months and loved going to all the cheesy tourist attractions as well as the lesser known areas.

I’ve never met a boy as happy as Himba.

Amsterdam #amsterdam #travelphotography #marysprojectyear

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A few years ago we had a very dramatic NYE in Amsterdam. As crazy as the town is, it’s also calm and picturesque.

Otjikondo in Namibia is my second home. When the kids aren’t doing massive cheesy grins for the camera, they can look quite cute.



That’s all for now

Mary x

Around a year ago I was well on my way to running 600 miles over 8(ish) weeks for VSO. I’d been running so much that a few gals suggested I may as well run a marathon. Let me stop you there. One does not simply run a marathon just cozzzz. But still, I signed up for the Isle of Man full marathon and ran the 26.2 miles on 9th August, my 21st birthday.

look at me go, right at the front…

Not content with just the one marathon to my name, I signed up for the Lisbon marathon with my good pal (probably an over statement) Kate and we’re shimmying over to Portugal to take part on 2nd October this year. Soooo, we have less than 2 months to quit whining and get on with training for our second marathons (she ran the London Marathon in April).

Instead of raising money for a charity, I’ve decided to do things a little different and raise awareness for a cause quite close to my heart. (I say that, a lot of causes are close to my heart but stick with me here)

UK Youth Ambassadors

So, in return for me sweating my lil booty (and back, arms, legs, forehead, everywhere) off, I’d like my lovely friends and family to hear about and get involved with ONE campaign. I want to raise awareness for ONE and all the world changing, life saving work they do. See, ONE isn’t a charity. We (I’m a ONE member along with 7 million others) don’t dig wells, we scream n shout to get governments to change the law so a well has to be dug.


I’ve been a ONE youth ambassador since March this year and their approach to ending poverty and  preventable disease is refreshing. It’s not always easy to get your local MP or media to care about your work with ONE but as a group of around 50 UK youth ambassadors we’ve managed to make a real impact resulting in meetings with MP’s, speaking in Parliament, creating university societies and visiting the OECD forum in Paris (yessss we ate all the croissants).

‘ONE’s 7 million members are critical to this work. They come from every walk of life and from across the political spectrum. They’re artists and activists, faith and business leaders, students and scientists. They take action day in, day out — organising, mobilising, educating, and advocating so that people will have the chance not just to survive, but to thrive.’

Fancy joining the 7 million people and making your voice heard?

What can you do?
First things first, get yourself onto their website – click here woo woo
Next, see what campaign we’re currently working on and choose what interests you the most and take action either by signing a letter or petiton.
Tell your local MP if they’re not doing enough about the issue and what they can change.
Write to your local newspaper about how you’ve put your name to something you truly care about.
Pass it on. Send this link to someone you know – let the movement spread
Let me know, a simple Facebook comment will let me know how many people stand with ONE just because they read this blog post.


We’re one race. We live in the same world. Why should where you’re born determine your quality of life? I’m not asking for money, anyone can put their name forward to something they care about.

Now would be fab. But any time before October 2nd would be perf.

What’s next?
I’ll be writing some more blog posts in the run up to the marathon. (Run. Get it…?!!?) with some more info on ONE’s work and what I’m personally doing as a youth ambassador. Sound iite?

OH and use the hashtag #MazRunsForONE when sharing – because errrrybody loves a hashtag


get involved.

Just chillin’ with Mhairi Black at our launch

in bed, 6 am Monday morning. We left Glasto a few hours ago and I start work at 9. power through mary, power through.

My first time at Glastonbury was a beautiful one. I won’t get gushy but it’s hard to describe the magic of such a huge and diverse festival. Here a few things I learnt over the past 5 and a half days from the UKs biggest festival.

  1. Simply arriving on site is a bit of a mission. – we were doing fine until about a mile away where we hit queues at standstill for hours and hours. Some came from Bristol and what should have been a 45 minute journey became a 16 hour one.
  2. Mud. Mud is evil. – the heavy rains prior to the week had caused the worst mud Glastonbury had ever seen. It caused traffic problems, it made it take FOREVER to walk between the stages and it was in for embarrassing you when you took a fall.
  3. glastonbury is really big. – Yep, everyone will tell you how huge it is but it’s not until you’ve seen it from the top of the hill that you can see how massive it is. It’s not that the stalls or stages are particularly massive but there’s so many of them. Each area is like its own mini festival.
  4. its impossible to see it all. – I missed out on the greenpeace slide and didn’t get a picture by the sign but when it takes a few hours to walk to these places, you just don’t have time to do it all.
  5. but that’s ok. – you don’t need to be super organised and strict with your schedule because you’re on holiday in your weird bubble of jam packed chill
  6. hippies are cool. – I used to think hippies and rockers and everyone in between we’re so extreme and hardcore and separate from my own life. But after going to a few festivals this summer I’ve realised that people who identify with these extreme stereotypes (or just look like they do) are normal and nice and not so different to myself.
  7. performers and organisers are great at paying tribute to people we’ve lost. – we marched and sang for Jo Cox, there were secret tribute parties for Bowie, dance nights for Prince and Coldplay allowed Viola Beach to play on the pyramid stage.
  8. days are great but the nights are better than expected. – silent discos, cheesy pop, trance in a colourful tent outside, giant sculptures with bars in, interactive installations and art work which surrounded clubs. It was all going on.
  9. campaigning is a great way to experience it. – I was lucky enough to go to Glastonbury with Oxfam to campaign for our new effort to support the refugee crisis, Stand as One. Free ticket, showers, meal vouchers, meeting awesome people, getting to know more people from work, engaging with festival goers and other charity workers were just a few reasons why I’m glad I went as a campaigner. ALSO, we walked for miles and miles each day so saw most of the site before it was so busy.
  10. British musicians are just amazing. – I could talk alllll day about how great some acts were but I’ll try not to bore you. Watch the BBC coverage and make you own mind up but personally, I was impressed by Jess glynne, Coldplay, Disclosure, Bastille, Adele and Laura Mvula. Coldplay know how to put on a good show, we didn’t want to leave at the end of the night 😦

BASICALLY. I had a wicked time in the mud and rain. Surrounded by friends, yummy veggie food, amazing music and a good vibe. Everyone should experience Glastonbury at least once in their life. Allllll the fun.image

Mary X


p.s. Shoutout to Monish and Samantha for organising everything for the campaign team. I’m not sure how you were still awake by Sunday evening but 10 points to you, woo. And new people I met, you’re all pretty cool. 5 gold stars for y’all.

‘Mary, what the french fudge are you doing in Paris?!’ I hear you cry! Well i don’t. But I’ll imagine I do.

WELL CHILDREN, I’m a ONE youth ambassador (of course.) and we’re ready to tell world leaders to stick to their word when it comes to fighting poverty. 


I’m on a mission to end poverty. Laugh all you like (or just think I’m a tad over ambitious) but extreme poverty has been HALVED in the past 15 years. So what’s stopping us from eliminating it in the next 15 years?

‘Yes Mary, great plan but what the heeeeck has that got to do with Paris?’ I hear you cry – seriously guysies, stop crying plz.

Ok let’s get real.

I’m set to join forces with hundreds of activists at an international summit in Paris to call for action for the worlds poorest. 


I’ll join more than 250 young campaigners from eight countries at the ONE Summit, which will run alongside the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) Forum at the start of June.

The OECD Forum will see delegates from some of the world’s richest countries come together to discuss major global issues, including how to end extreme poverty. 

As ONE youth ambassadors we’ll be there to demand they put their money where their mouth is and make decisions that boost global development, with a focus on girls and women. Because I honestly believe they are the key to ending poverty. 

We’ve got a jam packed schedule which includes meeting high-profile individuals (you know I love a good celeb of the development world!) – including Erik Solheim, chair of the OECD Development Assistance Committee, and Andre Vallini, French Secretary of State for Development – and planning to meet with politicians from the UK and other countries. And what I’m most excited for is this the stunt! We’ve got a world famous location planned to hold a massive stunt to bring more attention to ONE’s asks. 

We want the worlds media to hear our call for the OECD to implement policies that have a special focus on girls and women, to help change the fact that Poverty is Sexist. I harp on about it a lot, but when women are prioritised they have the power to improve the lives of everyone in their communities. There are key opportunities for this to happen, such as the replenishment of the Global Fund – an organisation that helps protect people against preventable diseases such as HIV, Malaria and Tuberculosis – later this year.

Saira O’Mallie, UK Director (interim) of ONE, said: “Our Youth Ambassadors are one of the greatest assets the UK has in helping raise awareness of the significant progress we’ve made toward ending extreme poverty. Politicians know this and listen when they speak. I can’t wait to see what they achieve this year.”


This is the third year the Youth Ambassador programme has run in the UK. Previously, Youth Ambassadors have attended the G7 Summit in Munich and the UN General Assembly in New York.

I’ve loved campaigning with ONE in the past few months because of everyone’s shared passion and energy for working towards eradicating poverty. Call us crazy but we’re here to bring about a change.

If you’d like to keep in the loop with our activities search for #ONEyouth2016 on Facebook, Twitter and instagram. You know I thrive off social media activity so would love for anyone to get involved from wherever you are!

From Paris, France


biz x

About ONE: 

ONE is a campaigning and advocacy organisation of over seven million people taking action to end extreme poverty and preventable disease, particularly in Africa. Not politically partisan, we raise public awareness and press political leaders to combat AIDS and preventable diseases, increase investments in agriculture and nutrition, and demand greater transparency in poverty-fighting programmes. Read more at http://www.one.org.

Salut hunnies.

sitting in Pret in Gatwick airport trying to take in the dramas (good & bad.) of the past few days. As ya do.

It started out well; Friday night we had people over for drinks then went for our first ‘housemates night out’ on Cowley road. Fun times all round. Especially teaching Tim how to dab (we.are.cooooool.)

On Saturday Jordan & I headed to South Park in Oxford for the first day of Common People festival – will fo sho do a post about that separately cos I have some lush candid pics of me looking longingly into a festival field that are too edgy not to share…

We met up with a few St Albans people, Jordan’s uni friends and bumped into a whole heap of Oxfam people. Good times good times. Being the sensible adults that we’re pretending to be, we went home instead of out. Ready for round 2 on Sunday. Jordan & Maz (just referred to myself in the 3rd person lol who am I?) were campaigning for Oxfam’s new Stand As One petition so had a lotta fun taking pics of festival goers & generally bumblin’ around in the sunshine. We finished our shift and went to enjoy the evening’s music at 5:30ish and all was dandy until 11ish. I’d been loving life in the mosh pit at the dance stage but decided to shimmy out of because, you know, there’s only so much you can be thrown and whacked around.

As I carried on dancing I saw someone’s head (I think. could’ve been an elbow.) in the corner of my eye. It whaaaaaacked into my forehead and made the loudest crack/bang noise I’d heard (in terms of things whacking into my head). It knocked me sideways and I was in a very panicked sense of shock. I beelined my way out of the crowd, straight onto the grass and burst into tears. Tears were streaming, almost flooded the place. Finally Jordan was like ‘Medical tent?’ – errrr yas good shout b. They checked me over, all ok apart from dizziness. Was ready to get going home when I just started vomiting. WHICH IS ALWAYS FUN. The lady keeping an eye on me was kinda worried so told me to go to A&E which I knew would happen because little old me is a first aid starrrr.

Obviously the festival had to end at the same time so cue mega rush of people all wanting taxis at the same time. No luck for us getting one because, life aint always kind eh. We ended up walking there – it was as fun as you can imagine.

I know how long it takes to be seen at A&E so mentally prepared my throbbing head for a long old wait. I reckon we got there at 11:30, we were done by 3:45am. Yeah. It was a long night in hospital. I knew I was fine but really didn’t want to risk some weird bleeding to the brain or something especially when I was off to Paris in the morning – great timing there head butter.

The doctors and nurses were mega babes and reassured me all was well but said if I were to vomit again in the next few days then to defo go back. We taxied home, had a few hours sleep, woke up early so I could pack for Paris.

Left Oxford at 8am, reluctantly drove back to Welwyn Garden with Calvin Harris as our musical cheerleader, dropped J home and bombarded my parents with the concussion story. They sympathetically told me to hurry up and get ready because we had a hour until we had to leave for Kings Cross so I could get the ONE coach to France. 15 mins before we were due to leave I was sick. And again. And again a few more times. TMI?

‘We have to take you back to the hospital’ Dad told me. I knew I had to go. So there was another reluctant trip, this time to the Lister hospital, whilst I messaged our team leader Billy to tell them not to wait for me at the station 😦 No Paris for me. At least not right now anyway.

Luckily the wait wasn’t as bad at the Lister. I was passed around doctors and nurses who gleefully flashed lights in my mouths, ears and eyes and asked me to ‘follow my finger’ a few more times. It was determined it wouldn’t be safe to send me home without a brain scan so I was carted off to a big alien abduction looking machine to check out what was gwarnin’ in my head. It wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be, just lots of sliding in and out of this huge white machine. My results came back as all fine which was a relief. The doctor was happy to let me go home & to Paris. I was ordered  to stay away from screens; TV, phones, laptops (not that easy for work or writing this buuuut a little can’t hurt.) and that I’d definitely feel a bit crap for a few days because my brain was bruised.

Shirley and I went home, booked a flight for this evening so I could go to Paris and decided it was best I went for a nap. I woke up from said nap feeling like death had hit me sideways. Dizzy, nauseous, headache but luckily it wore off. Dad drove us to Gatwick and i said bye to ma & pa. Since starting to write this I’ve moved from Pret to the boarding lounge to the plane. And lack of Wifi (omg so excited to get to France and hear people pronounce it ‘weeefeee’) means this’ll probs go up when I reach the hostel.

So yeah, this has been my concussion story. Pretty moving eeeeeeeh?
Will avoid mosh pits for at least a week and hopefully won’t have to repeat this drama.

Au revoir losers
Maz xoxoxoxxxoxoxxxoxox