It’s always been a bit of fascination of mine to see people allow themselves to get out of shape. The lazy and the blind. I’ve talked to people who are morbidly obese and thought they looked… (read more)

As the dark nights have crept in the days I work have become shorter. Usually I now finish at around 3.30pm as the sun is about to disappear through the bare trees on the horizon. Because the work is… (read more)

Finally the borders have been relaxed enough to hop over to Prague. I had an excitement bubbling from the thought of being there. Seeing all the three dimensional people I’d chatted with for so many months on a two dimensional screen. A few days after landing it gave me an idea… (read more)

A week ago was the hottest day of the year. It was forecast to be thirty two degrees and maybe in London the mercury reached that high. Looking at the thermostat in the car it told me it was twenty eight degrees. Still a balmy day for the UK. England never usually… (read more)

Twelve weeks have now passed by since I first caged myself up like a sick dog. The walls have become my cell. Well, actually the walls of the garden have become my cell since the bizarre warm weather has continued. Every day another day in… (read more)

The time has rolled on. Sometimes I’ll be sat in isolation by the window and watch as groups of vagabonds would stroll along down by the main road. All without masks and walking about in groups of four or five. Corona criminals. They seem to like… (read more)

Most days it’s the same humdrum routine every day. Looking at my phone. Reading. Writing. Looking at my phone. Another sixteen hours of no frills just like all the other days. Shrugging it off I got out of bed and went… (read more)

I was four days in and already experiencing sexual withdrawal. ‘What the hell will it be like in a month,’ I thought to myself.
I repeated the thought, ‘What would it be like in a month?’
So just like that I decided no sex for a month… (read more)

I needed a distraction. I needed to be out and away from the confines of the four walls I’d been suffocating in. Almost two weeks of self isolation. Don’t get me wrong. I love to read, to write, to do nothing whilst listening to the melodies coming from the wireless, but there’s only so much a man can take before he needs… (read more)

This whole corona fiasco was almost laughable at first. The toilet paper panic buying. The obsessive hand washing. Half the people in airports and on trains wearing surgical masks. I’d even had a little chuckle at a few of them myself. But slowly the paradigms have… (read more)