Are dads more emotional?

Are dads more emotional?

Is there some ad hoc science to explain why I’ve become such a melt? I loathe my sudden inability to not become a snivelling mess. I’ve never been an outwardly emotional person, but I’m no tinman either. The best policy for me has always been to deal with stuff internally. Don’t make...

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our attention spans are doomed

our attention spans are doomed

why does no one seem that bothered… Two things I’ve noticed recently – both while commuting to work. For one, that all I ever seem to see these days is people looking down, staring blankly at the screen in their hands. I’m by no means exempt from this, I regularly catch myself...

exposing myself

exposing myself

hear me out When deciding what to write for this week’s wildcard, I struggled to come up with just a single subject. Typically I’d be writing from London, a place that offers up endless inspiration thanks to the myriad of people and things one encounters on a daily basis. Despite its chaos, the city also provides ample time alone to deep dive, which is good when you can channel it into...

By London, UK
i’m grateful for my people

i’m grateful for my people

it’s always a good idea to talk things through. When you’re struggling with your mental health, the first piece of advice you’re usually given is to ask for help – to be honest about it with someone you trust. Anyone who’s experienced the feeling of being at war with themselves, however, will know that it’s never that simple. In this headspace, the mind can be unnecessarily cruel, coercing us into believing...

By London, UK
Has being a β€˜roadman’ finally gone out of fashion?

Has being a β€˜roadman’ finally gone out of fashion?

It’s 2024… β€˜low them tings there People, especially kids, will adopt what’s deemed to be fashionable. Thankfully, the β€˜chav’ to β€˜roadman’ arc appears to be on its last legs in England. Growing up in south London in the noughties was incredibly fun. Your mates were always out after school on bikes or playing football. We’d knock on each other's doors – and the odd stranger’s door – grab sweets, share a...

By London, UK
a love letter

a love letter

to bristol There’s a funny kind of feeling that comes with returning to a place you once lived. I experienced it when walking along the streets of Bristol this weekend, hit by a wave of sentimentality for the city where I spent my university years. It felt like coming home. Strolling through the city centre, I noticed how much – and how little – has changed. I climbed Park Street’s steep...

By London, UK