There was a coffee shop in Cambridge with a basement. I think it was like, a Starbucks. Something mainstream. I was definitely not worried about going to small local cafes when I was 17. Who gives a shit when it all has caffeine in it. We were preparing for our
I am currently on the train back home from Brighton. I wrote this post on my phones Notes app this morning while I sat on the bed in my AirBnB, after a post run shower. It is a bit weird and personal, I think. I’m surprised how windy it
For something so boring and simply numeric, the turn of the millennium felt like the biggest deal in the world. Everything for half my life had been leading up to this moment. Adverts on TV, discussions at school, headlines in the newspapers. Everything. A box of cereal would have some
I am running another 10k next weekend in Sheffield (28th of September). The run is for myself, not for a charity. However, today is Aortic Dissection Awareness Day, and this post aims to raise awareness of, something. So from now until I have finished the 10k on the 28th September,
It is my 2-year “aortaversary”. A funny word that is supposed to signify 2 years since they stopped my heart and fixed it. I write these blog posts a week or two in advance before I actually post them. It’s nice to just mull it over, think about what
I relish being bad at things. It is something I have repeated ad nauseam here and to everyone around me. To me, there is nothing more human and personal than just trying something. I have also been embracing “being cringe” for similar reasons. I wanted to make a post about
It is a weird thing to realise that you have been afraid for a long while, without the usual feelings of constant fear. It isn't the same feeling as being on the edge of a cliff, or standing in the middle of a busy road. It feels kind of normal.
Today, I read “Freewheeling: Essays on Cycling.” It’s a collection of 10-to 20-page essays on what cycling means to or has done for the writer. I quite liked it. If you see it in the bookshop, give it a pick up. The essays are very casual, but they’re
The tree lurched from another strike. Nearly there. The aggression of the last couple of minutes had left him short of breath, so he took a long breath in and out and stepped back. He figured 2 more hits, and it would be down. The tree would supply enough logs
It is currently the 5th of April 2025. I am sitting in bed at my hotel in Prague, with my laptop out after a week of roaming the streets of Europe. I have another two weeks of it ahead of me. This is being written after having read some pages
In 2013, I was a jobless 19 year old with no plan. To fill the days, I was regularly volunteering at the Centre for Computing History in Cambridge. It was a smaller charity at the time, but it still had loads of people donating all sorts of computing hardware and
Over the last few months, I have been thinking a lot about change. What it means to change as a person, and have change happen to you. Recently I bought a book about change. Made it through 20 odd pages before I decided it wasn’t for me. I don’