Here is a humorous account of my second day in Berlin. Dealing with a hangover can be a tricky thing indeed.
This is an account of my brush with suicide.
Come and join me, friends, as I venture into the well-traveled city of Berlin. There will be booze. There will be belching. And, yes, rather unfortunately, the will be blood.
The Dragon I want to write about is a dangerous one indeed. It has been growing at an increasingly faster rate over the last two decades. I myself never appreciated it until only recently. I didn’t know enough about it. But since I have looked at the evidence, I have come to understand that this Dragon does indeed exist. It is monstrous, and if we don’t acknowledge its existence soon it will be too late.
This is a story about the last time I ever spoke to my dad.
About six months ago I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified with what I saw. I was the tubbiest I had been in my adult life. With my thirtieth birthday fast approaching, I decided that, once and for all, I was going to get in shape. And this time, I meant … Continue reading When The Chips Are Down
I realise abortion is a heavy topic and not for everyone, but if you would like to see me grapple with this from an honest position and give it my philosophical two cents then please read on.