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Psychic attack
‘Our church is under psychic attack,’ read the email, ‘from the Evil One.’ And that was almost the last communication I had with them, before I decided that any adult human who could type this […]
Joining a gym
I’ve joined a gym. The doctor says I have high cholesterol and I feel, in my own pale, repellent skin as though I resemble a large pot of lard onto which someone has stuck goggly […]
An idea for a mental health project
So. I live near Crawley, albeit in a small village and, due to various events in my life, I care about mental health provision and about reaching out to people who either don’t know help […]
Hope and Jeremy Corbyn
If you want to know about hope, ask someone who has lived without it. Ask someone whose hope slowly fell away until they were lying, inanimate in bed, unable to see the point even in […]
Depression and Air Ace Picture Library: an unlikely unity
I love comics and, I hope, always will. Someone who learns to sneer at what they once loved with a child’s certainty is a vile human being with no place anywhere near me. On Saturdays, […]
Manchester: a personal reflection
A friend died in the July 7 bombings. She wasn’t a close friend, but we had lunch on occasion, spoke on the phone and she came to my wedding, giving me and my then wife […]
Hating beige (and Theresa May)
How do you hate beige? I mean, it’s just a bland colour, the kind of thing you’d paint the toilet or that small room under the stairs, surrendering to a brief lapse in imagination and […]