Monthly Archives: April 2013

“You never get over a death. You just learn to live with it.”

See that title up there? It’s my most loathed phrase in the whole world (yes, even above “YOLO”). Why am I drinking the haterade? Because while this statement contains a (small) nugget of truth, it’s potentially the most soul-crushingly bleak … Continue reading

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Adventures in Bralessness

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I read the paper the other day. A French scientist who’s spent 16 years studying women’s boobs (can I just say he must have been absolutely fucking gold at party small talk) has come to … Continue reading

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A beautiful sickness

Imagine, for a moment, you’re flicking through a magazine and come across a photo spread full of beautiful, glamorous young women. Shot in a beautiful, softly lit dark fantasy setting of plush velvet and baroque picture frames. The women are … Continue reading

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I’d have a gay old time … if I could.

Tonight, the nation of my birth is expected to become the 13th country in the world to legalise same sex marriage. Any two consenting adults, regardless of their junk and what they enjoy doing with it, will finally be able … Continue reading

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Calling all ‘Feminist Dads’

99% of the time, my old man and I get on like a house on fire. We’re the only two outdoorsy types in the family, and spend lots of time out on the water boating and diving. He understands me … Continue reading

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Careers advice for the real world

The year was 2002. I was 16, awkward, chubbo and quite possibly the last virgin in my year. I was seated at a scuffed up desk covered with scratches and rude words scrawled in biro, in front of a tired-looking … Continue reading

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The hardest word to say

Yesterday I found a piece of writing I did a couple of years ago, following the death of my younger brother. Brother I’m sorry for all the times I ate your lollies out of the fridge after scoffing my own. … Continue reading

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