Author: Paul

Nothing can make you miss your glory days like being trapped inside on a beautiful afternoon like this. I’m a writer so I’m not particularly adept to the outside world but how I would love to be a part of it today. It reminds me of those hot Spring and Summer months at University when…… Continue reading These days

Through no fault of my own I’ve been to a number of funerals lately, and with all the grieving aside (because that’s something far too private to blog about even for me) it has got me thinking about when I’m eventually lowered. When one of my dear friends passed away late last year it was…… Continue reading Orchestrating my eulogy

There was a time when I cursed Monday mornings, and in doing so decided to wrap Sunday evening up in that because it was part of my downfall. There’s a feeling I used to get at about five pm on a Sunday evening that I can only relate to hand in deadlines at University, that…… Continue reading Tell me why (I’m alright with Mondays)

This is quite fitting because I’m actually hungry (which for this time in the morning is highly unusual). It’s a topic that comes up quite a lot at home, at work and out and about because I have a very strange relationship with food. I’ve always been a skinny little thing, never peaking the eleven…… Continue reading Food, inglorious food

I’ve been working in the office environment for three years now, and for the most part I don’t actually mind too much, I know it’s not what I want to be doing but it’s the means to an end and blah blah blah. What I have serious issues with is the way people turn on…… Continue reading Why I have no time for office politics

Every morning I join the throngs of commuters on their way to our nations capital and I can’t help but feel that I don’t belong. This thought is reflected in their attitudes towards me, the way their noses raise up and the little smirk appears on their face that says to me ‘you don’t belong…… Continue reading Money < Happiness

So at the weekend I reached the 90,000 work mark on my novel, a piece of work I started in June of last year and it looks like I’m actually going to do it, I’m going to finish. From the off I have said I want to write a hundred thousand words and although I…… Continue reading Fear of finishing

Hi guys, just come in, yep, close the door. Alright Justin, put the Grammy down I get it. Now I’ve gathered you here today to apologise for not believing that you could follow For Emma, Forever Ago up with a second brilliant album. I guess in a way I didn’t even want to believe it…… Continue reading An open apology to Bon Iver.

Morning, Those of you who know me will be well aware of my much publicised slumps, these are the moments (or lumped days) in which everything gets a bit too much for me, I can’t see the light, I just spiral in on myself and get depressed. I’ve struggled with bouts of depression since I…… Continue reading Slumpdog Millionaire