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
I get the appeal of Justin Bieber, he’s a good looking puppy with the clean cut face of a Walt Disney wet dream. What I don’t understand is why his fans feel it necessary to go on about it. I have two tattoos and an iron deficiency but I probably won’t bring either up unless…… Continue reading Stop ramming your beliebs down my throat.
For the longest time I struggled with having faith in other people, they’re so tricky as a general rule. I’ve always felt like I’m just a voyeur to whatever group I am stood trying to integrate myself into. What I’ve learnt is that I’m not supposed to be a part of a group, I dip…… Continue reading Those old insecurities
A friend recently sent me a Bob Dylan quote and I can’t shake it. It goes “What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night, and in between does what he wants to do.” It’s beautiful right? Well yeah it is but it’s irking…… Continue reading An ode to success.