How can we grow from a blissful 12 year old, infused with innocence, to an overweight, wheezing man; slouched like a beached whale in a chair?  This is my current thinking. I keep dwelling on past flames, former mistakes, my looks over the years. How can I have messed up so badly with the first boy … Continue reading Confession.

The bad side of 25

To shave or not to shave? That was the question I batted back and forth for literally 45 minutes this morning. A mundane task that most men do half-asleep every morning, but for me this could be the gravest crisis since Jade Goody slagged off Shilpa Shetty on Big Brother. Why the massive hoo-ha over … Continue reading The bad side of 25


I’m going to start by apologising profusely for the cheerless melancholy I spewed across the internet over the last two days. Evidently a heavy sesh doesn’t take my mind to a place filled with happy bunnies and a naked Zac Efron. I’m back to my normal self-deprecating ways, allowing everyone a good laugh at my misery … Continue reading Choices.

The pursuit of ha-penis.

Of late I have become that guy. You know, that guy? Yeah, that guy. A loveless tragedy that’s one heartbreak away from collecting cats. The one who somehow manages to hurl himself at the wrong blokes during the worst times. Chasing the guy that is just out of a relationship and thus will feed me any lie I want to … Continue reading The pursuit of ha-penis.