If like me, you spend most of your waking hours refreshing Twitter, on the look-out for cute puppy gifs, excellent puns and headlines to get outraged about, you’ll know that this week is Mental Health Awareness Week. And I don’t want to get all Piers “Sentient Ham” Morgan on you, but I’m fresh out of… Continue reading Awareness is not enough
When I started writing this post in my head earlier this week, I thought I was turning into one of those people – you know, the type who always has to have the controversial opinion, the kind of person who’d manage to play Devil’s Advocate in a discussion about kittens, or cake, if they could.… Continue reading Hypocrisy in bloom
According to Theresa May’s closing speech at this week’s Conservative Party Conference, “if you’re a citizen of the world, you’re a citizen of nowhere”. She’s not beating around the bush, is she? This is apparently who we are now. After our summer identity crisis, we’ve finally decided what to be. And between the suggestion that… Continue reading What does patriotism feel like?
There must be a German word for not knowing what to think about Corbyn. — Matt Haig (@matthaig1) August 9, 2016 Jeremy Corbyn causes arguments in our flat. He’s always coming around, leaving the milk out and putting the empty peanut butter jar back in the cupboard – metaphorically speaking. A couple of nights before… Continue reading On not knowing how to feel
The weather gods are punishing us. When Leave voters were choosing a long-gone year to send us back to, they could have at least chosen one that had a blindingly hot, dry summer. One with a hosepipe ban. On Wednesday night, I had a fresh, zingy summer supper of… roast lamb. Drummer Boy wore a… Continue reading What we’ve learned in the last 7 days…
I have always thought that writing is a lot like code-breaking. Especially when it comes to writing about something meaty and problematic – you have to sit there and stare at the facts, pluck ideas out of thin air and dismiss them; you have to try one angle, then another, until you find the right… Continue reading Who are we, now?
The great thing about Brighton is that there’s always the sea. On stormy, iron-grey days, when your mood feels as dark and heavy as the weather, there’s always the sea. You can go and stand on the shingle, stare out at the green-blue water, and hear nothing but the rush and retreat of the tide.… Continue reading Where we’re headed