
World Book Day: A Rant
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...
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,...