In the absence of just about anything else, 2015 is best described as a career year. But being labelled ‘green’ in October threatened to undermine all that had gone before. … More Fifty Shades of Green: An Epilogue, 2015
The Telegraph recently published an article entitled “Liberating, not lonely: the truth about being single”. The problem with this message is that it marginalises the importance of choice. A brief examination of an alternative ‘truth’. … More Liberating, not lonely? Another truth about being single.
I recently came across the story of Vivian Maier, a nanny whose photography during the 1950s and 60s lay buried in boxes for decades. Her prints uncover the life and work of a remarkable woman who was a shrewd and silent observer of her age. … More Opening the Box of Private Art: Marvell & Maier
I’ve never been a ‘lad’ in the sense of predatory and loutish behaviour, but the annual scrutiny of ‘lad culture’ has made me concerned about my sense of humour and how potentially offensive it is. … More No offence! Please forgive my humour.
A line of work we don’t think about too often is what happens to the dead when there’s nobody left. A poem by Rory Waterman and Uberto Pasolini’s remarkable ‘Still Life’ (2013) give us plenty of room for thought. … More Still Life
2014 had all the ingredients to be the best year I’ve ever had. That it turned out to be one of the worst is quite remarkable. … More Finite Fortunes: An Epilogue, 2014
I’m more than a little uncomfortable publishing this, but I hope this brief encounter with the ‘truth’ will prove a turning point. … More A Private Battle With the Truth – Mental Health
A review of ‘Tonight the Summer’s Over’, the debut collection from Rory Waterman. … More Tonight the Summer’s Over
Andrew Marvell’s saddest and most thoughtful poem is all about lines that are determined never to cross. If 2013 was to be defined by anything, it’s how life defies those who try too hard to make them cross. … More Crossing the Line: An Epilogue, 2013
When I started journaling ten years ago, I hoped it would be a window to the soul. The world has changed since then, but I’m not too sure that I’ve changed with it. … More One out of Ten