Sitting with a steaming hot cup of any kind of elixir* whilst taking stock of what has been and what is to come, as you finally feel ready and raring for new beginnings, is one of life’s greatest pleasures. The …
A few months ago pre-Covid, I went to explore High Royds, an abandoned Victorian mental asylum in Menston, West Yorkshire. I went with my partner and a friend; my friend, an urban exploration enthusiast had been the previous week – …
During the General Election 2019, I batted and pawed at the political state of the country like a cat with a new toy. More curious than ever before, as I attempted to fathom buzz words and phrases like ‘Brexit’ ‘Not …
So, apparently, me not being a successful musician, writer, linguist or champion interior decorator and horticulturist by the age of 33 (and-almost-a-half) means that I should be taken to an abandoned, spider infested wood and tickled and taunted until I …