It’s one of those days. Not one of those days, but one of those days. A day of quiet reflection, and where better to do it than my favourite cafe in Sandsend with my obligatory pot of Earl Grey tea (milk, not lemon, I’m not that pretentious). It’s on days like this that I am … More Do You Know Who I Am?
My house is home to various superheroes. I have a 4 year old son and superheroes hold a particular fascination for little boys, a fascination that I would suggest endures in big boys (Superman, in case you were wondering). My son’s hero of the moment is Hulk, in all his muscular green glory. As fathers I … More We Could be Heroes
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemingway. It’s funny how life can be. Two months ago I felt a compulsion to write. I was going through a difficult time after a pretty arduous few years that included a severe depression and a divorce. … More The Cathartic Nature of Writing