Written April 2026 In the heady days of my late teens, I was a college student enjoying the folly of youth, which meant putting the minimum of effort into the incredibly dull course I was studying during the week (admittedly ditching a few lectures to play pool and drink cider in the local) and looking forward to the weekends, which were whiled away with friends at pubs and clubs. We also enjoyed raves of the kind that only 1990s kids will remember, sometimes in an abandoned

Written March 2026 For those of us who have long been through the looking glass, everyday life as presented to us by the production studios they call newsrooms is, quite obviously, bullshit. The harder the BBC try to convince us that a man called Christan Guy works at the Centre for Social Justice, and that Dr. Pam Graves is an Archaeologist, and that Phil McCann was the only reporter available to report on the countrywide petrol shortage, and that Paul Twocock works for Ston

Written March 2025 Jean-Paul Sartre once wrote, "Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make an abstract of that which is...

Written August 2022 Losing a mother is the most painful experience in the world. When it happens, you join a club you never wished to...

Written April 2021 In the early hours of 26th May 2020, 9 weeks into the first ‘lockdown’, my 92-year-old grandmother had a fall while...