A Coffee Cup Full Of Paint

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this has been, hands down, the most surreal week of my life. For those of you who may not know, I’m a Brit: London born and raised. So it would be slightly disingenuous for me to pretend that the seismic shift in the UK’s global position didn’t occur and that it has had zero effect on me. But this post isn’t actually about politics: it’s about art. Art as therapy. Art as a coping mechanism. Continue reading “A Coffee Cup Full Of Paint”

Who’s A Burden?

I initially had no plans to wade into the ‘Me Before You’ movie debate – I felt as though it wasn’t my right to add my own two cents into the pot as the only mobility aid I use is a crutch, and even then it’s used infrequently. Plus, it would have meant watching what appears to be a truly awful ‘romance’ film – it’s the one genre I cannot stomach… Continue reading “Who’s A Burden?”

This Coffee Was Brewed In The Twilight Zone

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I have a lot of unusual and extremely vivid dreams. I would normally just share them with the people around me, but because this one occurred at the weekend, I thought I would allow it to be disseminated a little further.

Before I start I must confess that I do read and watch a helluva lot of science-fiction; so make of this what you will… Continue reading “This Coffee Was Brewed In The Twilight Zone”