Last weekend I traveled down south with my fiance for our Dorset stag and hen do’s.
I was born and brought up in Poole, Dorset. I moved up to the Manchester area to go to Salford University in 2001, and have lived up here ever since.
When you consider the beauty of the place, I often get asked why I haven’t moved back home. It’s not quite the idyllic land of farmers and yacht owning millionaires everyone thinks it is. Continue reading
In the last few years I have been particularly conscious of improving my personal productivity. That sounds very clinical, but as a self-employed writer and comedian, that means looking at my methods of working. How to make them better. Continue reading
Confirmation bias is the tendency to interpret information in such a way as to back up your existing beliefs. We see this all the time online.
As a Socialist, I abhor bigotry. I don’t like to see things being shared on social media designed to get a reaction against a specific group. Continue reading
Just after New Year I traveled for something that I have never done before, to see tributes laid outside the final resting place of a celebrity that had passed away. I went to the home of George Michael.
It would feel unusual enough admitting to that if I was a massive fan of his. But I wasn’t, so it definitely feels weird! Continue reading
November is ‘National Novel Writing Month’, or NaNoWriMo for short. The challenge is to write 50,000 words within the month, and this year I am taking on the challenge myself.
Which means NaNoWriMo is no mean feat, as that translates as 1667 words per day. By no means impossible on any normal day, but unfortunately every day cannot be classed as ‘normal’. Certainly not in my life, anyway. Continue reading
The debate around membership of the European Union (EU) is hotting up now in anticipation of the referendum on 23rd June.
As it stands, the arguments for a “Leave” vote has been dominated by the racist right, including UKIP and some of the worst examples of the Tory party. Continue reading
Football is simply a pastime, a sport. Yet, to many who follow a football team it is a passion that is central not only to their life, but also defines them.
The tribal loyalty it invokes has in the past given witness to scenes of horrific hooligan violence, but now has developed into something else – a hybrid of those old days of masculine working class defiance, and the open ways of thinking that have come since.
In 70s and 80s, to follow football was a gritty affair. Continue reading
At the age of 33, adulthood is finally catching up on me after years of denial. Myself and my girlfriend are buying a house.
I’ve never owned a house before, instead living in a variety of house share situations, so this is a big move. Continue reading
I am a dreadful procrastinator. By which, I suppose, I should mean I’m a really good procrastinator.
A bad procrastinator, when faced with any given task, would completely fail to get distracted or sidetracked. They wouldn’t put off any difficult tricky jobs in their life, but instead would just get on with them. Completely failing to waste their time – a woeful performance if you want to be a pro level procrastinator. Continue reading