PART ONE: AN INTERVENTION Words are words. And sometimes, words hurt. Like a simple thing said in a simple way can cut deeper than a curse word. So if you … Continue reading A letter to my inner narcissist
Oh to be weird. Hold on, wait. I am weird. Weirder than most. I love to be different and David Bowie’s Rebel Rebel was made for me. When everyone ticks … Continue reading Rebel rebel (time for a punk revival)
Stepping into the foyer yours is a world of forlorn popcorn, fizzy drinks and ice cream swirls. Sticky carpet underfoot with staff straight out of Shaun of the Dead you’re … Continue reading The cinephile
Reach down, tie that trainer, no time to sleep now this exercise lark is a no-brainer. Ear buds in, one, two, when it’s workout time there’s no room for curfew.
Swipe left, swipe right with no end in sight. A meeting, a chance encounter, we flounder and fight, adrift in a sea of brief connections, ‘yeah, but what do you expect son?’ your mates cry.
Death. What is death anyway? If life is a journey from the cradle to the grave, where does it all end? How are we supposed to behave?