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Halfway house

I recently turned 40, the closest thing to a halfway house of life. A sort of limbo place where I can feel something closing on a wilder...

Pretty Is a Lie

A small child with blonde hair and blue eyes, I fit the white privileged mould of ‘pretty’. I was told this often, by my parent’s...

Grey clouds

(A personal one I wrote a while ago, but which will always feel relevant.) It is difficult to describe depression. Some people speak of...

No shame please

So, a lot of noise at the moment about the office; it's dead, it's alive & kicking, or maybe just hiding with a banging hangover. 'But we...

Strange times

I mean, if I had a pound for every time I've heard that one over the past few months I wouldn't need to work again. Strange times,...