Seeking Health and Humanity in the Modern World
Well that was interesting. After 15 months and 45 blog posts, who would have thought the one that really sparked a fire in those reading it, and led to such a great debate would be the one on a topic seemingly as banal as sunscreen use (link here if you missed it). I expected some
I’m currently in Barcelona, and it’s raining, so what better time to bring up the topic of sun protection. I’m going to just say this: Sunblock is one of the cruelest jokes that has been played on an unsuspecting population, seemingly globally. The sale of suncream/sunscreen/sunblock has been pushed onto us through a campaign of
My pulse thumped through my veins, my senses were firing on all cylinders; seeing, hearing, feeling everything. The bass line pounded through every cell of my being.
There is little pile of poo sat on the paving slabs right outside the front door of my sister’s apartment building. It has been there for five days, and has long since dried up. It bears an imprint of the sole of some poor sod’s shoe. Every day I note its presence and carefully step
I know that the umbrella I clutch in my hands, my only defence against the steady drizzle that falls gently from the dark sky, will be worthless if the storm materialises and Zeus himself unleashes his fury.
It goes without saying, but having a possum shit on your tin roof top in the middle of the night is less than ideal…
As anyone who follows me on Instagram will testify; I have positively loved living the past few weeks in and alongside ‘Vinny’ the van, as the two of us have toured up the East Coast of Australia. I bought Vinny a few months back, from an English couple desperate to sell as their flight back
In one of my first ever posts (link here) I questioned the idea of modern masculinity, and lamented the fact that much of it seemed to focused on how much cashish you have in the bank, how big your biceps are, how many women you’ve slept with, and how much beer you can sink in
I passed a big milestone this week; my two month anniversary as a ‘hypercarnivore’. Yep you read that right. I’d been toying with the idea of going ‘full carnivore’ for a while, and as I returned from a meat feast of a holiday in the Philippines, the time felt right. I’m not the first one
3am. After a merciful couple of weeks of half decent sleep the insomnia came back with a vengeance last night. Having fallen asleep shortly before midnight I woke up a few hours later and laid awake for two hours hoping sleep would come back to me. It was not to be, so I’ve fired up
