I’ve never been able to explain what this blog’s about. It’s just me, or at least my writer alter-ego, writing about things that interest me. As you’ll shortly see, these things include travel, the weirdness of being human, our bodies and our minds. I hope you enjoy it.


Don’t expect to be taken anywhere too exotic on this blog. Travel is a state of mind after all (and I haven’t built up the courage to jack it all in and live in a camper van yet). In a way all of life is one big hilarious adventure. Bills, tax, cold tea, January, Tesco. It’s all part of the journey.

My Imaginary Dinner Party

There’s a table, a rapidly depleting selection of wines, a tepid pasta bake, a smattering of Pringle crumbs in a bowl, four famous people, and me. Join me as the weird evening unfolds…


People love bodies. Dead ones, fat ones, skinny ones, weird mangled ones. We’re obsessed with these funny gangly sacks of blood and gristle we drag around life with us. I like my body. In the wrong light it looks almost exactly like a deep-sea blobfish, but it takes me over hills and fields and forests and keeps me rooted to mortal life – so I can’t complain.


Our minds make us who we are. They determine our lives, our loves, our perception of reality. They present us with strange excited impulses like ‘jump off that cliff!’ or ‘grope that stranger!’ and we spend our entire lives trying to shut them up. Our minds are absolute maniacs and that’s why we love them.