I’m sat in an overly crowded train with greenery rushing by. “You’re in my seat” is a scene echoed down the red-lit carriages, a...

The week is drawing to a close. The dog is, this time, asleep, and Hot Fuzz is going full force in the background. More than a little...

I'm sat in a Sunday tummy-full soul-fed haze. It's the kind of thing I always schedule in on a Sunday (though, for some reason 'find a...

It's May now, and the sun is hurrying in and out of view, much to my behest. It's full of potential, a straining tipping point, a pause...

I’m writing just after a long run, got some symptoms hanging with me and my face feels like a bit of a congested mask. I’m welcoming it...

I’m sat in the glow of a sunny morning. These are the kinds of wintery (or dare I say spring…ly?!) mornings that I find most acceptable-...

It’s night, and that time of the week where all the experiences-of life and work, experiences intertwined- catch up in one crashing wave....

It’s early morning, and the rain falls as if the clouds were being wrung. I have just crawled from the depths of sleep, and after singing...

Someone said that it’s important to find time for rest, or your body will find it for you (maybe it was my mum). Well, it’s 1am on a...

Writing now in the silence and stillness that only a Sunday morning can provide- jarring perhaps if this reaches anyone during the Monday...

Sat enjoying the opulence that is Central library in Liverpool. The room is large and circular, and it will take the smallest sound and...

Rolling around in the back of a car once again, trying to get some thoughts to settle. The car is headed to Preston and, bizarrely (to me...

I’m sat in a car to Preston, and my laptop is balanced atop my bag on my knees. I’m headed out to the first jiu jitsu session of the...

It’s 9am and I’m riding the wave of nation-sanctioned ‘sleep deprivation day’ (otherwise known as new years’). I’m listening to ‘Dreamer’...

I am sat in a dining room in Leeds, a plate of white foods (white-bread turkey sandwiches, and sponge-cake) beside me, amongst the...

I’m sat on my freezing cold sofa wrapped in layers belonging to various friends from whom I’ve permanently borrowed. The sun has an...

Another cold, wet and windy week in Liverpool has gone by, and Sunday has rolled in once more. The days seem to blur into one when the...

It’s early in the morning- or at least early enough for me to feel a sort of smugness for writing. It’s a calm after the storm moment for...

I've just completed a two-week self-induced, self-run and self-completed course in self-pity, and I’m exhausted. It included...

It’s Monday, and I've just got home to my flat. Yesterday I was in London, and on that hallowed day (yesterday was Halloween), a tree...