The recurring dream …

Back to School: Bureaucratic Nightmares, British Embarrassment, and a Lesson from the Subconscious What are recurring dreams really telling us? I don’t always awake with a dream to tell. When I do dream, I occasionally recall hazy reflections — the theme, or disorganised snippets. Then again, there are the rarer times when the dream is … Read more

Luck: life’s most unreliable strike partner.

Luck is the unreliable strike partner we never asked for but can’t drop. From philosophers to psychologists, everyone’s been trying to explain why some people seem to ride its wave while others get flattened by it. There’s a moment every football fan recognises. You’re in the away end, rain slicing sideways, the pitch looking like … Read more

The Grifters Are Circling — Don’t Let Them In.

Keir Starmer is, by all reasonable measures, a decent man — someone who has consistently chosen steadiness over spectacle. His supposed “crime” is not malice but naivety: trusting an individual mired in scandal, appointed as a representative of a US administration already drowning in it. Perhaps the infamous “dark arts” of Mandleson would have been … Read more

Why We Binge Bad TV – And Stick with Corrupt Politics.

An exploration of sunk costs, stubborn loyalty, and the psychology of sticking with things long after they’ve stopped serving us. There’s a moment – usually around episode three – when I know. I instinctively grasp that the Netflix series I’ve committed my evening to is going nowhere. The plot is staggering around like a Notts … Read more

Barking Mad Britain: Politics, Social Media, and the Curse of Allostatic Overload.

I was a late entrant into the cyber world of social media. Like a reluctant guest at a party who ends up hogging the karaoke machine, once I was in, I was hooked. I became a cheerleader, pom poms aloft, shouting into the digital void. But let’s be clear: my online persona – save one … Read more

The Tunnel Without Him.

I still fill up when Notts County emerge from the players’ tunnel. That moment, the roar of the crowd, the ritual of anticipation — it should be shared with the man who was always beside me. My best friend. My dad. But he isn’t there anymore. The void he left never truly goes away. In … Read more

Confessions of a Former Fat Bloke: Why We Need to Talk About Mounjaro.

Is it just me, or have a few formerly rotund comrades undergone such jaw-dropping transformations that you half expect them to be cast in the next Marvel reboot? One minute they’re waddling toward the buffet like it’s an Olympic qualifier, the next they’re gliding past you in Lycra with the smug serenity of someone who’s … Read more