Something I have learned in the past few weeks is that you don’t have to search far and wide for that mysterious answer to all your troubles. Sometimes, the solution is sitting right there, in a puddle of his own fat. Sidney, my dog, and my guru, has many lessons to teach. If only he would deem us worthy enough to learn them.
Read more "The Sidney Theorem"A few days of my life recently were mostly just cycling. Endless, painful, boring cycling.
Read more "Moving Moods"I’m not as politically involved as I perhaps should be, but when I was given the chance to interview both Jeremy Corbyn and Theresa May, I couldn’t exactly say no.
Read more "Interview with the Jeremy Corbyn"I have sporadically kept a diary for a couple of years now. It has been referred to by many names; my Not-journal, my journal, and most descriptive of all, the big black book of death.
Read more "Journals are pretty great"She had arrived, the rainclouds a herald to her coming. Dolphin Woman regarded me from the doorway, a sweet smile playing tentatively on her lips. “Hey” I said, as she approached. My voice grew weak beneath her gaze. “Nice day, eh?”
Read more "Dolphin Woman"I’ve been through a breakup recently, and it’s tough. I think I’ve finally worked out how I’m going to cope, though, so I have some advice for other people who might be in a similar situation. Here are my top five ways to get over a breakup.
Read more "Top Five Ways to Get Over a Breakup"I headed away from the customers, listening to the incessant buzz of questions and orders and laughing and groaning. So much noise. One sound cut through it all. The radio, and its three looping songs, had taken a break from repetitive auto-tune to give a little insight into the American election. Donald Trump, it said, was the new president.
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Read more "A drunk, a little old lady, and the whole crazy world."When sleeping on the wrong side of the bed isn’t quite enough, and you still feel like a despair mole (a rare species that bury themselves beneath the physical manifestation of sadness rather than dirt), don’t fret! Here’s another top tip for digging your way towards the surface!
Read more "Sleeping Downstairs"He came roaring round the corner, first time I saw him, little legs stampeding like a centipede. A great wide grin was plastered all over his face, a look of pure, uninhibited happiness.
Read more "Long lost friends"Last time I spoke to my mother, a rare occurrence yet rarely a memorable one, it was regarding a certain photo she has of me in her room. “Why mother” I asked, doing my best to sound detached and uncaring, “do you have a photo of me on the verge of tears?”
Read more "Witch Hag Speaks (or A Conversation With My Mother)"