Fun Obscure Things To Do In London

When walking the dog just doesn’t cut the mustard why not try:   Laughter Yoga Pretend to be 5 years old again and you may end up laughing for a lifetime. From personal experience I would definitely recommend even the most hesitant of sceptics to give ‘walking on hot coals’ and talking gibberish to strangers…

Poem: Winter

Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night.   The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light.   The season sets a spell of slumber,…

Poem: A Job Is A Job

Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl.   Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams.   Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…

Poem: A Day As Grey As Today

Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away?   I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…

How Important Is Your Health?

The answers is yes, if you don’t have a screw loose, but if this is the answer then why do so many of us struggle to keep the gym routine in check, or even have one to begin with? How often should you really go to the gym? It’s  a shame to say it but…

The Erratic Emotional Stages Of The Jobhunt

Whether you lost your job for screaming at your manager who took the risk and asked you to staple the meeting pack together on one of your ‘fragile’ days, or, you quite simply swanned out the door without slamming it (as I would’ve done). The matter of the fact is, finding that next job can…

Poem – Shy

I’m Shy. Is that ok? I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes. But I don’t. Should I be ashamed?   I get nervous when around strangers. Find I become a stranger in myself. I feel paranoid of the dangers, That lurk just behind the shelf.   I’m angry for being this way….

Are We Trapped As A Society To Work For Money And Not Passion?

Are we trapped as a society to work for money and not passion? For status and not enjoyment? “Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” – Confucius. But this is exactly my point, do we really have a choice? My short answer, in my opinion, is…

Poem – The Fall of Autumn

Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.   The air is colder, Green is no longer seen. The days are shorter, A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream.   Ochre, pumpkin,  chestnut and crimson. All show their true…

Why Being An Adult Isn’t Fun

Gone are the days when finger painting and daytime naps were as common as the cold. Instead , replaced by finger tapping and continuous bouts of the common cold! If only we knew as tiny humans, the pure agony that lay before us in the adult world. Let me list just a few for you:…

Poem: A Human

A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or glow. Why are we here on this planet of blue sea and earth? Does it own us? Or do we own the world? Brief is the time we get to embrace it. You blink your…

Eye

I haven’t worn glasses since the age of 10 and you can tell, my eye’s lazier than the cleaners who play candy crush in the cubicles at work. I had to wear an eye patch till the age of 8, and once they told me I couldn’t be saved, I chucked the glasses and with…

An Apple A Day…….

If an apple a day keeps the doctor away then give me the whole goddamn fruit bowl for my experience with the medical industry was anything but pleasant.  Carrying on from this! Let me explain: (GP practice door) Knock, Knock. Who’s there? An absolute imbecile that’s who! There’s no room for politeness here. It’s eyesight we…

Poem – Lost

Lost I feel lost sometimes. Like I don’t fit in. And yet I don’t want to stand out. I just bear and  grin. A broken doll. Is an appearance I feel from within.   But I shouldn’t always play the victim, life is kind to me at times. I only wish I wasn’t just as…

See The Signs

I write to you with one eye open this Monday morning, not two, one. if any of you recount the good old game of Animal Crossings, you’ll remember fondly the big ass ballooned eye your little character would receive from a bee sting (Google it). I, my friends am that character. But it wasn’t a…

Pig Out

My stomach rumbles with a 10 on the Richter scale, and that’s after I’ve eaten breakfast. So can you imagine my woes when the clock is fast approaching that heaven sent 1pm mark on the office clock? Feasting time is well and truly upon us, but wait, what to have I hear you ask? Shall…

4 Reasons Why You Secretly Hate Your Job

  The Commute – morning breath is a thing, and I’m going to say it, evening breath is definitely a thing too! Not saying I’m immune either but carry a goddamn mint! On that note, you’d be lucky to find enough air to breathe on the sweaty trains, trams and buses that we all find…

Free Lectures We All Can Relate To

I don’t like the word lecture, it reminds me of that time I had a coughing fit in the middle of a physics seminar and went blue as Violet Beauregarde. So let’s have a look for relatable…..’learning bites’ instead: 1. Managing My Money For Young Adults – Yes, get the dry topics out of the…

Poem: Sensation

Smell the rain, Smell the rain, don’t see it The dampened tarmac aroma intensifies as cars go flying by like drive bys at midnight Feel the heat of the rays on your skin, Hairs on your neck rise like budding blossoms in spring Hear the drops of tears hit the leaves, leaves crushed by commuters,…

Oh The Quarrels Of Buying A New Camera

So, I’m not placing any bets on becoming the next Steven Spielberg anytime soon, although needless to say I quite fancy my chances at dabbling in a bit of vlogging in the near future. In addition to perhaps snapping a few odd pictures of  little wilting dandelions, or, if I time it right, the mugshot…