Never Known Pain Like It!
On Monday, I went Karting with my son and his friend at Teamworks in Northampton. They are both sixteen. I’m thirty-one years older than that. So while they are both fit and healthy, I’m… less so. Read More …
Category: Personal
Working from Home
Despite the UK’s “lockdown” (which, let’s be honest, isn’t anything like what most countries have meant by “lockdown” I’ve still been hard at work. Not just on a couple of personal projects which include slowly bringing the eBooks I’ve published under different names back under my main author name, but also at my day job. Read More …
How’s Your Lockdown?
Prime Minister Johnson (still feels wrong to say that—how did that man become PM?) announced that life as the UK knew it was being put on hold for the time being back on 23rd March. Read More …
Too Much Choice
Do you ever feel like you have too much choice? I do. In fact, every time I open a blank document to write a blog post I feel as if I have too much choice. Read More …
Is the Album Dead?
Is the album as I knew it growing up, dead? Are fan curated “playlists” the new album? Do albums matter anymore? Read More …
Journals—Therapy for the Mind and the Soul.
There’s something ‘liberating’ about writing something that you know no-one will ever read. Read More …
Fatherly Pride
It was with a very fatherly sense of pride that I watched my son’s football coach call him back for a “quick word” after he’d dismissed the rest of the team following their 7-1 victory this weekend. Read More …
Still part of the Team
Back in 2015, I wrote about the importance of Team Sports in the context of my Son joining an under-10s football team.
Three seasons later and he’s still playing for the same team. Read More …
It’s Hard to Type With a Four Year Old in Your Lap
My poor little baby girl has been ill for the past week or so, and I think it’s quite telling about the relationship I have with her that whenever she hurts herself or she’s feeling unwell, she comes running to me. Read More …
The Importance of Team Sports
My son will be 10 at the end of December, and after several years of him asking to join a football team, I finally relented and found him a club for this season. (By football, I mean the game that is called “soccer” in some parts of the world—the one that’s actually played with one’s feet rather than one’s hands, hence the name. This is the first and last time you’ll hear me call it soccer) Read More …