Having a body type over-looked by fashion is not purely the domain of the female. I have a body only David Cronenberg could love and have had coat hangers thrown at me by Jean-Paul Gaultier.
12 months ago today, the Artist Formerly Known As My Wife left our family home and our marriage, as time would tell, was officially over. I’ve sat down a few times today to write something about this, feeling that such a momentous occasion should be commemorated in some way with words of wisdom and profundity.... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to write about this. Though not what i usually post here, I suppose I feel it’s important, or perhaps I just feel I need to share how I feel today. I have always been very honest about the fact that I suffer from depression and that I have my entire life. It’s not the... Continue Reading →
As a forty year old single parent who has had, if not Motley Crue levels of interactions with the opposite sex then at the very least, John Denver levels I wondered if I had anything to offer to the world which might enrich or assist another’s travels...
When you really think about it, Indiana Jones is a bit of an arse. He’s selfish, he’s arrogant, he constantly places those he cares about in danger and he kills at random when people get between him and some dusty old relic that nobody else cares about.