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?
“You know your problem Matthew? You’re too nice.” I’ve lost count of the amount of times this has been said to me. Well, I haven’t been keeping count, but you get the point. How is it possible to be too nice? I like to be nice; on the whole I’d say life is better when … More The Price of Nice?
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
“Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. In case you didn’t my name is Depression, and I come bearing gifts. “Well, when I say gifts I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. These gifts won’t be filling any stockings. No, no, no, that would be far too easy. You’ll have … More Empathy from the Devil
“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
Ok, I’m tired of dating, we’ve established that (http://4d74.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/needle-in-haystack-dating-for-divorced.html). But perhaps I should explain a little more for those of you that haven’t had the opportunity to step onto the dating treadmill. For me dating is a means to an end and that is a long-term relationship with someone that will take a special place … More A Very Modern Malady (or Online Dating Fatigue)