If you'll forgive me, I'll not be putting much of substance here this week. My brain has been royally battered over the last week or two, but that's what you get when you pay close attention to political coverage in the run up to a General Election whilst occasionally facing resurgent bouts of mild depression... Continue Reading →

Maybe we never really debated like adults. Maybe we never actually had a grasp of sitting down and discussing our differences with open minds and open ears, not only getting across our own points but listening to and considering the views we may oppose. But as a component of the Digital Age, it's hard not... Continue Reading →

Throughout the course of Tuesday, I pondered how I wanted to address this. Do I give a personal account of my 6am wake-up call of radio presenters expressing condolences? Do I write something in the same vein as virtually ever other decent-minded person on the planet, reiterating statements of how such calamity ultimately ends up... Continue Reading →

As I sit here, waiting for the inspiration to strike, waiting for the subject matter to appear, waiting for the words to pop into my head, many minutes go by. Minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into days. Days turn into clichés. And clichés turn into large swathes of wasted life. It's not uncommon for... Continue Reading →

It's not uncommon for toddlers to temporarily have two rows of teeth protruding from their gums. It comes about, evidently, by the adult teeth emerging whilst the baby teeth are still there. However, instead of the adult teeth growing in the same place as the baby teeth - effectively causing the baby teeth to fall... Continue Reading →

No real thought has been put into this. I believe the expression is "making a rod for one's own back". After all, I'm the only one really bothered about spewing some words here once a week. Sure, the odd friend or spam-bot might stumble across it occasionally, but even they aren't going to hold me... Continue Reading →

The upshot of being left to live alone for a week and a half is the realisation that this is what it'll be like when I'm ready and financial stable enough to move out of the same house as my parents. It's very cost effective, I must admit. I've saved on having to go out... Continue Reading →

You know, it's the news reporters I feel sorry for. In fact it wouldn't surprise me if Huw Edwards hides a massive bottle of whiskey behind that big red BBC desk, promising himself he'll only go near it on special occasions but ending up finding it needs replacing it twice a week. Politicians say and... Continue Reading →

It's occurred to me that the reason we have holidays is not necessarily for the time away, but because we give ourselves something to look forward to. That's why the days that follow immediately afterwards bring along a phenomenon often referred to as "post-holiday blues". I don't think it's as simple as that though. Sure,... Continue Reading →

It's weeks like this that I realise my life could be so much worse; I could be the person in charge of Cadbury's Twitter profile, trying to placate the angry swarms of ignorant and self-entitled cock-wombles over their seasonal product. Of course, the big news story of the moment appears to be that, once again,... Continue Reading →