Written in 2014. This is a story, not a position statement.
Shooting Machine Guns in my Underpants
Some days start entirely ordinary and end somewhere you did not see coming.
This was one of those days.
Written in 2014. I still think about this every time I decide whether to carry a camera.
Goodwood and why I'm leaving the camera at home.
There is a strange pressure that comes with events like Goodwood.
Written in 2014, during a period of real financial strain. I am in a very different place now, but I am leaving this essentially as it was.
Being in a Financial Tailspin
Money has a way of getting into your head.
Written in 2014.
The Cult of What?
People keep asking what this is meant to be.
It is not a movement.
It is not a brand.
It is not something you sign up for.
It is a way of choosing how to live, quietly and on purpose.
Written in 2014.
Visiting old friends
There is something strange about visiting old friends.
Written in 2014. Still true.
At some point you have to stop negotiating with yourself.
You keep saying you will change things later.
When things calm down.
When work eases off.
When the next problem is dealt with.
That moment does not arrive.
So this is me, calling time on a few things.
A study in talking less and meaning more.
Christmas has been and gone. It was a blast. Friends visited, we ate, drank, and played games. Now is the time to start looking ahead to 2026 and what my priorities should be. I have a few ideas that I would like to bring to fruition.
A never-ending loop of ‘please see attached evidence’.
Testing whether willpower can outsmart metabolism, again.
Getting up for a piss three times a night is starting to kick me in the arse. Things need to change.
My recovery has taken quite a while. I made an active decision to take as much time as I needed to have the best start to my post-operative fitness. It began (quite literally) with baby steps on crutches, and now I am back at work doing a very physical job. Just what the doctor ordered.