WE live in an age of unprecedented connectivity—and yet, perversely, it is one of detachment and isolation. Every day, we’re bombarded with headlines, pop-ups and perpetual newsfeeds - all of them screaming fear, division, and outrage. Mainstream media outlets, once considered to be trusted pillars of information, have become echo chambers of dread, broadcasting tightly …
Campfires and Redemption Two years ago, I was swamped by stress. Every day was a battleground on which I was relentlessly assailed by threats, conflict and emotional strain. Every day blurred into the one that followed, and I was fast running out of ammunition. Books and movies no longer entertained me—there was too much mental …
It was April 15, 2021 that I wrote and published my first blog post on here. I called it, ‘The Cheapest Form of Self Care,’ referring to the health benefits of journalling. It began with a confession: 'It's fair to say that diaries have never really been my 'thing'.' Oh, I liked the idea of …
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My formative years coincided with the 1970s - no doubt the weirdest decade in human history. The nation’s economy was crumbling. We had blackouts, uncollected trash and silent factories - yet, for all that, we managed to finance and propel Concord into the skies of an indifferent world. In 1977 we had the monarch's Silver …
WRITING RECENTLY about my mental health crisis and the long, torturous path to recovery was challenging, to say the least. The story was raw, deeply personal, and not an easy one to share—or, I imagine, to read. So in this post, and as a postscript to my previous one — ‘The Raven’ — I’d like …
I WRITE THIS post in gratitude to everyone who has helped me through the most harrowing experience of my life—friends and family, past and present, and allies both seen and unseen. If the story that follows ends in victory (as I'm sure it will), it will be one I owe to all who supported and …
In 1978, when I first went to the cinema to watch The Deer Hunter, I expected to see a film about the Vietnam War. What I didn’t expect was a reflection on friendship—pure, unfiltered, and painfully human. For me, the war serves as no more than a backdrop to the drama that plays out over …
'Upon the headland the Geats erected a broad high tumulus plainly visible to distant seamen ... within the barrow they placed collars, brooches and all the trappings which they had plundered from the treasure hoard. They buried the gold and left that princely treasure to the keeping of the earth, where it yet remains ... …
In mist-wreathed centuries before loathsome Norman banners flew over the island of the mighty, and when the names of kings were writ in runes, there came across the grey, white-capped sea many longships of oaken hull. Carven serpents adorned their prows, winds of fate filled their sails - and they came bearing stern-browed men with …
If you were a British schoolboy between the 1960s and the early 1990s, chances are you either read The Victor or knew someone who did. I was such a schoolboy, and yes, I was an avid reader. In its heyday, The Victor Comic was more than just a weekly bundle of newsprint. It was a …
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