It’s the night before I go for my metaphorical wander through the desert for 40 days and 40 nights.
Lent is a test of willpower. Every year, like many people around the world, I renounce things I like for 6 weeks – not because I’m a Catholic (although this is what the official papers say I am) but because I feel like if I don’t follow Lent, something bad will happen.
Japan has just announced that it’s leaving the International Whaling Commission to resume commercial hunting in July 2019.
Remarkable, just how much you can manage to not achieve if you really put your mind to it. For example, in the last 12 months (8,760 hours) I have managed to achieve practically nothing of any note whatsoever.
Mindfulness definitely sounds like a load of bollocks. It’s the sort of word that sounds like it was made up by an American women’s magazine columnist in an article about how she went to find herself at a yoga retreat up a mountain in Goa. Surprisingly, this is not the case. The word mindfulness wasContinue reading “Mindfulness: what is it and is it good, or is it a load of bollocks?”
The below is a very, very short story I named ‘Until Five’. I kind of like it in a bleak sort of way and I doubt I’ll ever do anything with it, so that’s why I’m posting it here. Until Five One of my legs feels fuzzy against the other, like a kiwi. I can’tContinue reading “Until Five [fiction]”
Each and every year, on the final day before my birthday, my internal monologue postpones business as usual and gets stuck in an infuriating loop of: ‘this is the last time I’m going to [insert activity] as an [insert age] year-old’. Today is my last day of being 27 and I just got back from theContinue reading “Goodbye twenty-seven, I will never see you again”
To the disappointment of every tabloid journalist in the UK, the late May bank holiday was not a ‘total washout’ as predicted. These are from today’s walk around Lullington Heath 🙂
If Herceg Novi were a person, and not a small town located at the mouth of Montenegro’s famous fjord-like Bay of Kotor, it would be a person with multiple battle wounds – perhaps a missing limb or two, definitely with severe PTSD, and a lot of stories to tell. Over the last few centuries HercegContinue reading “Montenegro’s Herceg Novi through my cheap camera lens”
I haven’t written here for a while, so I suppose I should. The sky cleared just as I finished work today – like the weather somehow knew it was Friday evening and for once felt like doing something nice for us. I switched my laptop off and escaped my flat for a walk down toContinue reading “An unexpectedly sunny evening”