When I Met: A Girl On Acid & A Man With A Secret

The difference between my life now and my life at Uni could not be more pronounced. I used to think nothing of waking up at noon after a heavy night, getting in a few extra hours of sleep in a chemistry lecture, grabbing a snack of fish-finger sandwiches, starting work in the bar in the…

The Monkey’s Rump

My other half says that, if the average cat licks its bottom for five minutes or so every day, then it spends a total of about twenty-one days across its entire lifetime with its tongue glued to its asshole. He now assures me this fact is both useful and pleasant to visualise. I disagree wholeheartedly….

I Wonder If That’s Why Cavemen Cooked Outside

(And Other Stuff I Thought About On A Train) Life’s been getting too complex for my liking recently. A new job. (A critical boss.) An irritating neighbour. (A lot of noise.) A relative fallen ill. (No one liked her anyway.) A cat-fighting problem. (They’re kittens and they haven’t learned that biting hurts yet.) To get…

Lost In A Strange World: Is Ignorance Actually Good For Us?

Reading shapes our lives. At least some of us. I first read Irène Némirovsky’s Suite Française when I was loitering on a cold bench in a dark crevice in the basement of a football museum. I felt uncomfortable, out of place and out of sorts. And it wasn’t only the futility of the museum that…

His Wild Dreams

This week, I launch ‘His Wild Dreams’, a new online portal dedicated to revealing (and unearthing possible meanings) behind my other half’s often bizarre nightly mind-stirrings. The one about our neighbour having Fear and Loathing-style lizard legs as he became a voyeur in front of an all-female crowd he hadn’t even spotted outside his car…