Month: August 2016
I’m OK (I promise)
This weekend I had something of a blip in my mental health. I just thought it was worth mentioning as a reminder that this shit doesn't just go away and is something that I continue to battle like that bowlcut-headed twerp in The NeverEnding Story. Depression and anxiety are a total bitch. I wish there … Continue reading I’m OK (I promise)
Coming Down to Machu Picchu.
I'm a chancer. That's a given. I will take any opportunity. I'm happy to take a leg up. I enter a lot of competitions. I apply for a lot of things and I always live in hope that one day one of them would get me to the place I want to be. The latest … Continue reading Coming Down to Machu Picchu.
Love You Better: an essay
Love You Better or Why losing The Maccabees is a massive blow to the music scene and to me, Paul Schiernecker. When I was seventeen, indie was king. I can remember working a Sunday morning in Sainsburys at Rayleigh Weir, feeling like absolute shit because I was fronting up Babybels on three hours sleep. The … Continue reading Love You Better: an essay
