Every now and again a theme crops up in the industry press. The poor women of advertising! Over sexualised and underappreciated, driven...

Evening run The sun slumps behind the train tracks The last kids in the park shriek A crunchy carpet of conkers Like black marbles in the...

When I asked my dad for pocket money aged 14, he put me to work in the butcher’s next door. That was his idea of a life lesson. I...

Account management has an image problem. It’s so much more than paying for cabs and pressing flesh with clients – even hardened creatives...

I recently tried to come off antidepressants (again) with varying degrees of success. The withdrawal really sucks, so much so that many...

Ah, March. Blossom is on the trees. Covid is in the air. Hark the arrival of spring, Cadbury’s crème eggs, and the annual rant/brag fest...

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...

A small child with blonde hair and blue eyes, I fit the white privileged mould of ‘pretty’. I was frequently informed about it - by my...

(A personal one I wrote a while ago, but which will always feel relevant.) It's difficult to describe depression. Some people talk about...

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...

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,...