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It was not always thus, yet the online world is a perilous place. Or at least it is for some. What started as an adventure, a place of wonder and of possibility, has for many become a minefield, littered with temptation, corruption and evil-doing. The internet’s become a place good people allow bad things toContinue reading “Goodbye internet, hello world”

Perhaps a sign of how a mind can function in rather peculiar and surprising ways, something I’ve become accustomed to over time, I often wonder what life might be like without coffee. I know, right, weird? I drink coffee every day without fail – not once a day, not twice, but several times. After theContinue reading “What to Do About Coffee”

As the sun imbues its uniquely golden hue into the world and the birds stir high above and the night gives way to the day, I walk by the lake and between the trees and feel the ground give way gently beneath my feet. The world is beautiful. Today is a beautiful day, and it’sContinue reading “Morning”

My day had begun with coffee, croissants and a copy of the Financial Times at a five-star Kensington hotel and ended with me lying dead in a Soho basement. Since it happened, I’ve been reluctant to tell the truth, instead preferring to talk about accidents and poor luck. Now it’s been over 10 years sinceContinue reading “It Began With Coffee and Croissants”

I thought if I wrote about the future, this might prove helpful. At the very least, it would help me understand my thoughts better. I’m not sure what to do about them – my thoughts; nevertheless, here they are. I write often about being alone, of feeling lonely; and how being lonely makes me sad.Continue reading “Decisions”

Skirts billowing in the wind, Billy passed through an archway and into a busy courtyard, bristling with traders. She pulled her cloak over hear head, as tears streamed from her eyes, a December wind biting at her cheeks. Beating a frustrated route through the crowds, she passed along a bridge that crossed a river and,Continue reading “Billy”

At forty-seven, separated with three kids, the eldest soon to start university, and with a large mortgage and a high pressure job, he felt overwhelmed. It wasn’t enough the he could suffer mild bouts of depression – a long standing condition that had at one time become serious enough to take him out of actionContinue reading “Middle-Aged”

The sun sat high and hot over a field, bleaching the colour from the surroundings. And butterflies hovered skittishly by the bluebells that scattered the fringes of the colourless field, their blue petals now heavy, in contrast to their surrounding, swayed in a morning breeze; it was late autumn in England. Tufts of dried andContinue reading “As The Sun Rose Over a Field”

We’ve all been there, caught between the rock that is our moral sense of justice, and the hard-place that is those decisions made by our employers that give us cause to ask the following question: Why do I stay? For many, the answer is depressingly simple: money. We need money in order that we canContinue reading “The Politics of the Workplace”

It’s too early to say what this place is, why I’ve bothered to set it up, what I’m hoping to do here, what it might become; but I’m fairly sure I know already what it isn’t. This place isn’t… This isn’t a place for stewing in the rancid wake of depression; although, given depression isContinue reading “This Place”