This was the year…

2017 began in a funk of rolling, raging anxiety that I honestly thought I’d never recover from, and is ending with the loss of my darling, darling grandmother. And yet despite those things, it’s been a pretty good year, on balance. 2017 was the year… …I started taking antidepressants, and they gave me my life… Continue reading This was the year…

Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

I’m writing this with a slightly damp, sparko spaniel next to me on the sofa. He’s called Noodle – don’t ask, because I’ve no idea how we arrived at Noodle, I wanted to call him Cassius or Gulliver – and he’s like a silky-eared, jewel-eyed toddler. Bouncy, playful, loving and a little bit chewy at… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Let’s take a break from The Politics and talk about the good stuff, the life fuel – food, books and music. Full Moon Fever, Tom Petty ‘Free Fallin” was the first song I ever taught myself on guitar. It’s ludicrously easy (capo on the third fret and the chord pattern D-G-G-D-A) but aged 12, I… Continue reading Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The books: Spoiled Brats, Simon Rich. I find it hard to believe I haven’t written about Simon Rich before, but a very brief search tells me I haven’t. Apologies if I’m mistaken, however. Rich has written for Saturday Night Live, The New Yorker, and Pixar (he worked on the delightful Inside Out), so his comedy-writing… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The Sunday Seven: 07/08/16

It’s Saturday evening and I’m in my pyjamas, nursing a gentle hangover that’s more tiredness than anything, having had just the loveliest weekend so far. On Friday night, Work Best Mate came down and she, Drummer Boy and I ate pizza, drank Prosecco and G&Ts and actually went Out In Brighton On A Friday Night.… Continue reading The Sunday Seven: 07/08/16

The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin

It’s been another anxious week or two – panic curling its fingers round my neck at unexpected times: on the train to work, at my desk, standing in the flat talking to Drummer Boy. It’s like living with a goblin (the anxiety, not DB) – a horrid little creature that likes to pop up just… Continue reading The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin