Who’d have thought dating could seem so much like, well, hard work? Now, the obvious point to highlight from the off is that I can only speak for myself; if Brad Pitt or, errrrrrr, Harry Styles somehow found themselves on Tinder or Plenty of Fish, chances are it might not be much of a chore. … More Needle in a Haystack… Dating for the Divorced
I’m a lucky man. I’ve been severely depressed. Twice. I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been divorced. And I’m a lucky man. When I started this blog my head wasn’t in the best place (I’m not detecting a great deal of surprise at this revelation…). I knew that there were things that I had to deal with … More Lucky Man
Wait!! Come back! OK, so it isn’t the most enticing headline ever and the first thing I ought to say is that no, I am not suicidal. Far from it. But in the past I have been. And I feel that I have something of value to say on the subject. I have received a … More We Need to Talk About… Suicide
I got my third tattoo yesterday*. 5 hours. A couple of hours still to go to get my favourite quote added. My arm is sore as hell today. Sore. As. Hell. This isn’t surprising as essentially a brand new tattoo is an open wound. Lovely. But…. I enjoy the pain of getting a tattoo. And … More New Year, New You, New Tattoo….