What I wish I’d known before embarking on an adventure into the great outdoors, with the kids in tow
We’ve all been camping at some point. Whether it's just in your back garden, festival camping, wild camping, or trekking across Europe with a student railcard.
There’s no feeling quite like…
An Ode to David
We all know that it is engagement that counts on Medium and not making money. Sure, the money is a great little bonus, but for me, and for most people, it is connecting with people through my writing that is far more rewarding.
When I log…
Every time we brush our teeth in our house we are standing in the exact spot where, a few years earlier, I found a man, in our shed, off his tits on mushrooms and covered in shit.
I kid you not.
It all started rather innocuously. It was a normal…
Every day it is either my back or my chakras that are all fucked up and out of alignment.
So I make sure that I follow a simple mindfulness process at the start of the day so I can have a happy and productive day.
And because there’s no hope…
It’s worse than an envelope full of Sarin or a Starbucks cup full of shit!
Why would anyone do that?
I mean come on. One fucking clap! What’s that all about?
Have you got sore hands? I know arthritis can be a bummer, but come on. Rsi? Did you intend…
I have to admit, I never thought I’d reach 100 followers so I could get on the Medium Partner Program.
I believed my writing was too varied, lacked substance and offered the reader little other than a window into the mind of a middle-aged loser trying to follow his dream…
I didn’t mean to do it.
Honest!
But I realised that my innocent mistake had a huge impact on the stalkee, making me realise for a second how traumatising it must be.
I’ve never really stalked anyone properly, I’m far too lazy and apathetic. …
I can’t wait until my birthday — can’t you tell?
Photo by Florian Klauer on Unsplash
As I approach 50, yes 50, I am starting to stress out about the pressure to P-A-R-T-….Y? Cos I don’t wanna.
For all of you readers over 50, you can switch off right now…
Any skill that you don’t practise over time fades and dies, becoming, once more, an unfathomable language that seems impossible to relearn.
I used to play the cornet, in a band and everything; I loved my cornet. Maybe a bit too much, though. I slept with it under my pillow…
A hidden gem of unspoiled beauty that has some major flaws
I am lucky enough to live in a very beautiful little enclave in the west of England called the Forest of Dean. Once one of the official hunting grounds of Tudor kings and built upon a heritage of mining…
