1. I don’t date. 2. I don’t relate. 3. I’ve watched a lot of true-crime TV. And now podcasts… 4. I know my onions. 5. It’s just something that happens to other people. 6. You’d have to be dumb-as-fuck! 7. I’m broke-as-fuck!
He was 44 when he was diagnosed. Column Cancel. Dormant at first. But after 2nd, 3rd and 545th readings the growth was now thriving. It was too late. Yes, he would ask to have it removed. His editor would assist. Digitally. And though that process was painless, shift cells left, shift cells right, the column would never […]
The man down the road stops me to talk of his cancer – sore throat, blocked ears; three separate trips to the doctor. You’re fine. You’re not fine. Strep-throat. Take a sick day. A few months on – it’s throat cancer; sorry. But he’s on the mend and he’s – massively – on the meds. […]
They’d had their chat. And that was that. He lifted the bag up over his shoulder and steadied himself, taking with him a far heavier load. “You should go now”, she encouraged. “I’m about to take my clothes off”. He stopped. They each took a turn to stare at one another. No words. Nothing for […]
Confirmation bias – you should try it. You’ve ‘liked’ it on Facebook already. Take a look. Have a feel. Check that it’s real. It’s on your side. It is your side. It’s your ideal. It’s very nearly your idea. That’s the scary part. That’s the subtle art. We’ve hyper-targeted you. We’re there in your ads, […]
Ah, the school run – a simple joy…and a rare outing for the car this morning because *someone* was running late…so we’re in the car and listening to Randy Newman’s ‘Dark Matter’ and the boy is singing along, spitting out every word (“Putin puttin’ his pants on/One leg at a time…”) and then we are […]
The car stopped and neither of us got out. We seemed – both – to know that a conversation had to happen and then it started somewhere in the middle: “any thoughts at all on maybe setting aside whatever it is you think you’re doing and coming home to take over the family business”. I had […]