A couple of inches – such are the margins between victory and defeat. I really could use a few extra inches. Not many – I’m not greedy – just a couple; just two inches more and maybe, just maybe, I would cross the winning line. So to speak. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway. … More Just How Much Difference Can a Couple of Inches Make?
“Not all wounds need healing and not all scars are ugly” (The Lonely City, Olivia Laing) We live in an age that kneels at the altar of image, where the populace at large prostrates itself before beauty, coveting the projections of perfection that infiltrate our lives minute by minute, moment by moment. And all the … More Show Your Scars – Confronting the Beauty Myth
SATs. Yep, it’s that time of year when Standard Assessment Tests are striking fear into the hearts of children and teachers up and down the country. It’s a long time since I sat an exam although I have faced a lot of tests lately, mostly in the form of first dates. Yes, first dates are … More SATs Week – The Singles’ Assessment Test
Words matter. Words, spoken in seconds, can echo throughout history. Words so simple, yet so profound. Words that changed the world, forever. Which brings me to ‘The UKIP Apology’ (perhaps not yet part of the modern lexicon but I live in hope). You know the one I mean: UKIP candidate makes grossly offensive comment about … More The ‘UKIP Apology’ (Or, Why Your Words Matter)
“Write about something that scares you.” A friend gave me this advice recently, advice from a writer intended to help me to develop my own writing and to push myself into new places. Hmmm, there might be one slight problem with that: what the hell could I be scared to write about? Since beginning my … More Down at the End of Lonely Street
For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a Dad. To create a unique human being that is part of you, that will look to you to guide them through life, that will always own the largest part of your heart – nothing else in life has ever seemed to me to … More Daddy’s Rude Awakening (Or, Don’t Worry Pete, Your Title’s Safe…)
“Look at you, you have to make it perfect.” This was an accusation that I regularly faced from my best friend growing up, and for a long time I really didn’t get it. My abiding memory of hearing him speak these words is from a school art lesson, as I toiled to make my work … More I Know I am a F*ck Up, Just the Same as You
Yes. I. Can. In less than 10 minutes, lying prone at the feet of David Haye, it was brutally, conclusively clear that no, Audley Harrison couldn’t. Fourteen years earlier one of my all-time favourite boxers, Evander Holyfield, faced the fearsome and seemingly back-to-his terrifying best Mike Tyson. In the face of very real fears for … More You Can Fool Some of the People, Some of the Time… But You Can’t Fool Yourself