Can't think. What to write? What to write? What to write? Um... ooh, I don't know. "Stop stressing. This weekly deadline thing you do, it's only self imposed. You're not failing anyone by flagging a little. You're just having an 'off week'... I suppose. This space only exists to keep your writing active..." Yeah, I... Continue Reading →

On Saturday night, I ran for an interrupted total of about 90 seconds and has firmly become one of the worst decisions I've made in recent times. Worse than drunkenly downloading Super Mario Maker for forty quid, playing it about three times and never being able to swap it in a store for credit due... Continue Reading →

Whoever invented the idea of religion needs a bit of a slap. Then again, whoever invented the idea of religion is probably long dead by now, making a bit of a slap somewhat redundant. I suppose they could receive a bit of a slap in whatever version of an afterlife may actually exist, but since... Continue Reading →

Some days, it's normal to feel completely rushed and wish that the day was going a bit smoother. Some days, it's normal for things to go smoothly and to wish the day would pick up a bit because it's getting boring. And some days are Bank Holidays, when things can be simultaneously relaxing and stressful... Continue Reading →

For someone who generally writes for a living and occasionally does it here, I've come to horrible realisation about my writing habits. No, it's not that I never get around to tackling the things I thought I'd do years ago and probably never will. It's that I simply don't proof read anything. On an odd... Continue Reading →

Feel free to skip past this one; you've probably seen it all before. Heck, I must've written it all before several times over. Should you choose to stick with this one, though, it'll be about the nagging sensation in one's brain that makes one question what the hell everything's all about and why we keep... Continue Reading →

It's been near impossible to get away from talk of the entertainment industry's annual series of self back-patting humbly referred to as Awards Season. In fact, it's so difficult to get away from that even this place - the last bastion of mundanity and apathy - is about to weigh in. And what better way... Continue Reading →

If there's one concept I've never been wholly comfortable with, it's the future. Think about it. Actually, no, don't think about the future; it's scary and uncomfortable. My apprehension basically stems from fear of the unknown. Every day brings a newer case of Schrödinger's cat in a box, only it's not a cat in a... Continue Reading →

If I was writing this with my throat, it'd come out all gravelly. If I was writing this with my sinuses, absolutely nothing would flow. If I was writing this with my capacity for energy throughout the day, this post would ended after three words. Basically, I'm not well. It could be the common cold,... Continue Reading →

As part of my final block of writing for that Creative Writing degree I keep forgetting I have, I created a non-fiction piece based on a game of American Football I'd recently watched. Specifically, this game was known as Super Bowl XLVII (that's 47 for those who don't speak Ancient Roman [a line which I... Continue Reading →