With Game of Thrones ending so badly (which I'm both furious and curiously ambivalent about at the same time) it reminded me of possibly my favourite ending of any series ever - The Sopranos. Normally I'd add a spoiler alert here, but if you've not seen it by now you probably never will, and the... Continue Reading →
The day my world ended
27 January will always be a weird day for me. I was reminded of it this year by a Facebook Memories thing, which showed a picture I shared on 27 January 2016 of the time I was doing some laundry, ran out of blue Bold so mixed in some pink Bold like a real rebel.... Continue Reading →
1AD
Years are funny things. They are a man-made construct to mark the amount of time that it takes for the earth to travel around the sun once. In the grand scheme of things they mean nothing; I am literally no different now to how I was yesterday. Adding another day onto my age hasn't made... Continue Reading →
Picture Me This
I used to be in a gang. It lasted one mealtime. I was nine years old, and had read a comic book about a cool science fiction hero who had grown up in a gang and who therefore learned cool fighting moves and a sense of self-confidence I envied. So I declared that from then... Continue Reading →