That age old question – do people really change? When we adapt and grow into new situations, are we becoming someone else, or do the fundamentals of who we are actually change at all? I have a feeling it’s a bit of both. If I think about the person I am today, I can barely … More Who Do You Think You Are?
It’s been around 2 weeks since I moved up permanently to the Peak District. Took my life and transported it 200 miles north to a new home, new job, and new surroundings. It’s safe to say it’s been a bit crazy – two days in Ikea, lots of self-built storage, learning new roads and train … More Moving On Up
Let me start this by saying I am an incredibly practical person. My sensible head is always on, I kill myself through rationality, and never make spontaneous decisions. Even the suggestion of having people over for dinner needs to be run by me with at least 24hours notice. But six weeks ago, I quit my … More Why I Quit.
Being a commuter to London – or to any big city – can leave you feeling like a bit of a zombie. Heads down, gazes averted, we spend our morning journey avoiding eye contact and absorbing ourselves in our own little world. This might be a book, music, or technological wizardry that allows you to … More Keep Your Head Up
As I’ve mentioned once or twice – or enough times for you all to be rather bored – I’ve got a bit of a dodgy skeleton. Nothing major or particularly difficult to live with, but nevertheless noticeable for someone whose chosen sport requires the body to be put into all sorts of weird and wonderful … More Flexibility and Flapjacks
This year I’ve spent a large proportion of my Spring and Summer climbing down at Swanage – I got stuck into a 7a (Peppercorn Rate), enjoyed the picturesque walk-in, and of course regularly stopped at the Square & Compass for a well-earned drink. But recently I’ve returned to Portland. After the havoc the January storms … More Embracing An Extended Summer
As a theatre type I’ve been acquainted with the pause for a long time. The works of Harold Pinter are testament to the way a desperately intense 10 seconds of silence can make or break a performance. A hesitation between two “I love yous” can mean anything from an overwhelming sense of ecstasy to a … More The Power of the Pause