Nah mate. Rhys has just texted me asking if I wanna go The Sugarmill. There’re only two problems: The Sugarmill is a nightclub; and Rhys...

I can’t remember how to make a cup of tea. I just can’t fucking remember. I look at the cup. It needs a tea bag in there, that’s for...

It’s Christmas Eve, babe. I’m in Wetherspoon’s with people I know from school. I got talking to an old man at the bar earlier and he said...

Sometimes when I’m in counselling I feel like I’m trying to win something. I chip away at my counsellor, finding new angles and new ways...

Same dream again. Dunno what to do. Getting silly now. Maybe if I have a Twix for breakfast, the problem will be solved. At least I’ll be...

“Business as usual, then.” The resentment Joss has for me in this moment couldn’t be more clear. We’re playing FIFA. I’ve just beaten him...

You’re not an idiot, Eric. You just lost concentration. My brain has been trying its hardest to be positive recently. But as I feel the...

Sat on the sofa, munching on my cornflakes, I thought to myself: maybe this could be my day. It was Saturday, and things seemed promising...

Everything is scary and confusing. As the prospect of nuclear warfare becomes more and more real, sitting at home watching This Morning...

9900 steps. “Not bad,” I thought to myself, while at the same time repressing competing background thoughts about my existential...

As I ate my English breakfast and sipped on my English breakfast tea, I attempted to think of a metaphor or an analogy to describe to my...

This is my first post in a while because I’ve been bare busy sitting at home by myself, battling inner demons and learning five-star...