The Seven-Day Sentence
The rhythmic, plastic rattle of the seven-day pill organiser is the sound that signals the end of your youth...
An occasional column on existence, technology, and minor misunderstandings.
Welcome. This is a repository of observations, essays, and occasional dispatches on the modern condition.
The rhythmic, plastic rattle of the seven-day pill organiser is the sound that signals the end of your youth...
We were on the Isle of Wight when the moon decided to drift in the way of the sun. It was bloody amazing to see...
A few notes on the tricky subject of mental health...
Thought experiments for ordinary people...
Chocolate just isn't what it used to be...
Days on the beach and the resulting sunburn...
Childhood seaside memories and their usefulness in adulthood...
Our young folk are struggling but it's not a new thing for young people to be finding things hard...