Seeking Health and Humanity in the Modern World
In my last post I mentioned how I hadn’t been writing as much, partly because I’ve been in the midst of a hot Sydney summer, and partly because I haven’t felt much like writing. Simples. Towards the end of that last monologue, I made a comment about only writing when I felt like writing. What
Last week I published a post denouncing alcohol, stating my intention to remove it from my diet (link here). Struck down with a crappy cold, I had a good reason to stay in on the weekend and avoid the temptation. I sold the ticket I had for a warehouse rave on Saturday, and instead opted
I was quietly singing the lyrics to ‘Bring It All Back’ whilst sat at my desk in the office yesterday afternoon, when, half way through the second chorus, one of my colleagues laughed a laugh of disbelief at my preposterous behaviour. Towards the end of the third verse another colleague mentioned that they were worried
A whole bunch of you have contacted me following Monday’s post, demanding the next piece, so look, you greedy gulls, I slogged away getting the next bit written up – here it is. Drink the freakin kool-aid. BUT WAIT! Before you read any further, you absolutely have to watch this. Watch this and witness the
OH. MY. F***ING. GOD. How the hell do I start this piece, when there is so much to write, and manage to do justice to the weekend I’ve just had? By saying “YES”, and getting the fuck on with it. (warning there will be a lot of swear words in this post. I’m in that
It wasn’t easy to give it up, but it wasn’t too hard either. I attended weddings, birthday parties, even a debaucherous stag weekend in Hamburg. Not a single hangover. Well done me.
As I was scrolling through the online comments below a newspaper article recently, I saw one particular comment that made me stop and think. So I noted it down, and here we are. I can’t remember the subject of the article, but the comment read something a little like this: “All this public soul-searching and
Let me start by apologising to you, dear reader, for I fear this post will only be half as good as it may have been. Reason for that later on. It might also be twice as long as it may have been. Reason for that – my ‘editor’ has swanned off on holiday for 2
A conversation with a colleague a few weeks ago prompted me to add an item to my list of potential blog post topics. Clearly we didn’t have enough work on that day. We were discussing the closeness you feel when you hug a friend or family member who has known you a long time, a
A colleague of mine, let’s call her Naomi (she’s not called Naomi), called me a “sensitive soul” last week. It wasn’t in response to witnessing England’s World Cup dreams falter and die, but a light bulb did go off in my head. I talked in a previous post of how I was on the lookout
