writing
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
A good friend would not stand up and walk out on a friend. Even if they were singing out of tune. A good friend helps you get by – when your love is away, or when you’re alone at the… Continue reading
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I Woke Up Today
Dreams of homes never lived in, lovers never had, And of lives lived forever, but not fire-retardant-clad. Dreams of spires and splinters, friends always known, Melted in palms once morning’s fires blown. Dreams so real you’d mourn, if memory would… Continue reading
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24 Hours in Chicago, Illinois
Ever since Chance the Rapper “put the indie in Windy City”, I have long loved Chicago. Before ever seeing its skyline, Chicago had claimed me through sound and story. Deep-dish pizza, the “L” train, The Bean, its distinctive neighbourhoods, and… Continue reading
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Behind the Wall of Sleep
The All-Nighter. No sleep. A feat that, for seven-year-old boys, surpasses mythical proportions. Midnight feasts; defying bed-time orders; going where no Me has ever gone before. I never made the grade, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Toby’s seventh… Continue reading
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We Do Not Define Happiness By Material Possessions
We do not define our happiness by material possessions. But we all do own things. And when we lose them, it is pretty damn annoying. It’s been estimated that the average person in developed Western societies owns 175,000 differentiated things.… Continue reading
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You’re Doing So Good
A child, named Tommy, sits on a step. Tommy is three. He likes dinosaurs and apples, and he is just learning to tie his shoelaces. As he does so, his inexperienced fingers get caught up in the loops he is… Continue reading
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Burning Candles From All Angles
Last Saturday, I reneged on the commitment I had made to write and publish an article each day. What had begun with determination ended not with decision, but dissolution. Not extinguished with an almighty breath, or a great gust of… Continue reading
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Into The Big Forever Blue
Heathrow this morning was shrouded in a shawl of grey. Sat in the cockpit, on a wool shag Boeing jump seat, behind the pilots as they propel more fuel into the engines. Faster, faster, faster, until the point of no… Continue reading
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Taking Flight
Today, in the British Airways headquarters, I received my “Wings”. To receive one’s “Wings” means to graduate from the BA cabin crew training programme. And I had the pleasure of doing so this afternoon, alongside twelve of the kindest, funniest,… Continue reading
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A Podcast Appearance: Learnings and Reflections
Spoken word is a deceptively tricky tool to express argument and thought within. Writing, in many senses, is easy. You control the pace at which you type, and can continually return to refine what you like and don’t like. Writing… Continue reading
The Eye of an Archer 