I know it’s blokes who are supposed to be unable to see the pint of milk on the second shelf of the fridge (it’s because they have the eye on the big picture, isn’t it – checking out the lion on the horizon the while we women worry about grubs and corn on the ground?). Let's be honest, it’s not just blokes. I made myself a stir fry yesterday and I knew I had half an onion. I was pretty sure it was in the fridge and certain I hadn’t [...]
I have recently moved to Brighton and while it's a novelty I've been taking my cup of tea (and occasionally my swimming stuff) to the beach, yes occasionally to swim, but mostly to watch the waves. Okay - to watch people. A guy rocked up at the beginning of last week with a windsurf board on wheels. He unhooked it, dragged it down to the water’s edge and went back for the sail. He climbed into his wetsuit and adjusted the braces. He fixed the sail to the board and [...]
I was driving down the coast towards San Francisco in the summer, stopped for a sandwich in a little town, popped into a secondhand bookshop and bought this: As you can see, it came highly recommended, by the Dalai Lama (not just recommended, he actually wrote the preface) and several reputable writers. It turns out to be wonderful. I have it by my bedside and the chapters are long enough to be interesting and short enough to get through before I fall asleep. Each chapter describes and reflects on a [...]
I read in last Saturday’s Guardian that thirteen people filed for Divorce on Christmas Day. Christmas Day can be tough for a lot of people, but that’s a hell of a way to spend the afternoon. It’s my theory that these divorce petitions had little to do with wanting to end a marriage. They are more about hitting out from a place of pain; hurting someone who’s hurt you. And pretty effective, if that’s what you’re trying to do. That need to wound someone who’s hurt you – it’s an [...]
There is a flaw in the New Year Resolution system. It’s not just that the emphasis is on what you didn’t do very well last year – and that’s always going to be a bit negative; it’s not just that the commitments are unrealistic – if you haven't been reading a novel a week for the last 20 years, you’re probably not going to in 2019; it’s not just that you leave the list until a couple of days before (or after) January 1st, the one time of year you’ll [...]
It’s not because they don’t need it, or because giving small bits of cash doesn’t deal with the problem of poverty. It’s not because I worry it will be spent on drugs or alcohol. It’s not because I believe the state should be tackling the problem through taxation (which of course it should). None of these. It’s something much more basic. I find it physically hard to pause, get out my purse, find a couple of quid and put it in the paper cup. So much so that it’s not [...]
Bullies have been on my mind lately. A few weeks ago we had the headline in the Guardian about a ‘bullying culture’ in universities. I work in this sector, so the story was both interesting and familiar and prompted me to a direct marketing campaign – I can help employers with this kind of problem. Next I conducted a mediation where both parties were complaining about being bullied by the other. This isn’t as unusual as it sounds. My job (successful in this case) was to help each party hear [...]
I run. Not fast and not very far, but frequently enough to notice how sometimes it feels effortless (dare I say enjoyable) and sometimes it feels as if the oxygen’s been sucked out of the air and it’s up hill there and back. There will be no difference in the set up; my diet remains pretty much constant, I’m hydrated, I’ve had the same amount of sleep, I’m not injured, the route is the identical, and the weather doesn’t really affect me (so long as it’s not boiling hot). Spoiler [...]
I heard a programme on the Radio 4 recently about humiliation. It told the story of a boy who grew up poor. His mum had found a fabulous jacket in a jumble sale, which the boy adored. All his friends wanted to know where he'd got it, so he'd made up a story about a rich uncle in the States. Then one day, fetching a ball from neighbouring flats, a kid shouted out why's that boy wearing my jacket? The kid's mother yelled back that she'd donated it to a [...]
I’ve owned a car since 1988 – not the same one, but not that many. I’m on my third. In those thirty years, I've never taken it into a car wash. Which means that I have mostly been driving a dustbin. Things accumulate. Plastic bags, pens, shopping lists, CDs without covers, bits of mud, grass, crumbs. How do those crumbs get there? I hardly ever use the car, much less eat in it. Never, in thirty years, until today. I've just treated myself to a valet. It’s the best feeling. [...]
