Why being a quarter of a century didn’t destroy me

I turned 25 last month, an age I previously would have referred to as being adult. At eighteen I assumed that by twenty-five I’d be set in my ways, have my own place, maybe even be married, silly little eighteen year old me. The state of play as I see it id that I’m twenty …

Gigs AKA How to tell if you’re becoming a cranky old bastard.

In the last week I have been to three gigs, namely Civil Wars, The Shins and Noah & The Whale. I’ve got a few observations I would like to share with you, but heads up now, this isn’t a triple review. The first is the issue of cameras and smartphones being used to capture the …

Tell me why (I’m alright with Mondays)

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 …