Still in recovery

I knew I was in trouble sometime in July. I just didn’t admit it. I was with friends, one of … More

Noticing again

Day four of the Twitter-fast. By the time you read this, day seven. The first thing I notice is the … More

Or perhaps you’re waiting at the bus stop. You could text someone. But if you said ‘no’ to the text, … More

What I want is to – to be present. That’s what I’ve learned. I want to strive for presence, now, … More

On Literary Envy “Comparison is the thief of joy” –Teddy Roosevelt You wake up one morning. You check in … More

Nothing much is happening. The book has gone out for the evening, leaving me alone, with, well, just me. I … More

I am watching a particularly bleak episode of Wallander when the book pops its head round the door. It stands … More

The Burning Of The Houses Tottenham is on fire and I work in an arts centre where the sky is … More

A year ago I had a relapse of my cancer. Except I didn’t. For a week or so I knew … More

I treated myself to Seth Godin‘s newish book The Icarus Deception recently. It is both dense and light, profound and easy to … More

A friend of mine drew my attention via Twitter this week to an article detailing Robert Peston’s thoughts on his … More