In this day (and age) we focus a lot of on self-help and self-improvement. Books about how to be the best version of yourself while...

1. It’s Tuesday. I’m pretty nervous. Usually Tuesday is my favourite day because it’s when we hang out and just talk nonsense, the thing...

I’ve been dancing with Lady Sadness these last couple of days. Lady Sadness isn’t a real lady, she’s a metaphor for depression. I know...

Mate, I’ve got nothing to add of any substance to any conversation whatsoever. There’s so much going on in the world – racism, sexual...

At one point, someone said, “Imagine if Eric grew up to be really fit” and then everyone else laughed and it proper made me feel sad.

No one really knows what causes consciousness. Scientists and philosophers have been trying to figure it out for ages, but they’re not sure.

I’ve been refreshing Facebook so much in the last couple of days that I’ve started re-seeing posts about Bowie dying.

Any comedian that dies on stage instantly attains legend-status.

“But Sir, you’re a slag.” “Jamie, what on Earth are you talking about?” “It’s just, I thought you wanted us to call you a slag?” Every...

I’ve never kissed anyone at New Year’s. Never. In the whole history of the universe, in all the New Year’s Eves that have happened, I’ve...

It’s Christmas Day. I’m sat at the dinner table, writing. I should probs be doing something festive like playing Guess Who with a...

I get proper sad when it gets cold. I’m not that happy when it’s warm, but when the weather starts to become what’s known in meteorology...