Category Archives: mental health

Inko Pinko

It’s a Thursday. A kind of not breathing great and ouchy day but some of the ouchy was by choice, not just because my body isn’t enjoying the not breathing great stuff. A part of me now feels like a … Continue reading

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Smoke And Goldeness

My sore throaty voice place continues to make me sound like I’m having my larynx scraped by tiny oesophageal dredgers, all made of razors and thorn. Allegedly this means I am emitting sexy sounds. Personally I think I couldn’t be … Continue reading

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Witchy Poo Lineman

I had plans for today. Minor plans but plans nonetheless. Boring, domestic plans but necessary plans. The first of those plans was to wake earlier than is usual for me (still far later than any of you for I am … Continue reading

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Kinda Shoulda Sorta Woulda…

What is it like to be in sorts? I know all too well what being out of sorts feels like but in order for this antithetical experience to exist there surely has to be the initial contrary experience? No? Anyone? … Continue reading

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Scooby Dooby Doo, To Be Is To Do

Heavy-lidded apathy rules Saturday. It might not be apathy; I can’t be bothered to analyse myself deeply enough to know for sure. It might not even be Saturday: words are just words, they’re not genuine representations of anything. You know, … Continue reading

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No Direction Home

Wanderlust: the desire to hike, if you want to get all Middle High German on the motion, which too few people do these days. It’s a word that came up in conversation with my son during our travels last week. … Continue reading

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My Blood Will Thicken

Travel comedown, I fricking hate it. It batters my body whether I’ve been across the Atlantic or just popped over to Dublin for a couple of days. And it wounds my soul, leaving it cracked and splintered like the screen … Continue reading

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