The world according to Kirkey
If Part One was the warm up lap, this is where the memories start sprinting. Bracknell in the 80s wasn’t just a place — it was a full contact sport. Robberies, dodgy motors, youth clubs, blasting The Specials, and me trying to look competent in a Vauxhall Chevette that handled like a shopping trolley with … Read more
Some towns never really let you go. Bracknell is one of mine. I left it, returned to it, loved in it, worked in it, and lost in it. I went for a stroll around Bracknell then like a budget Forrest Gump I kept on going – well at least for 9 miles. What propelled me … Read more
Policing is messy. It’s human. It’s imperfect. And anyone who’s ever worn the uniform knows that the fault line running through every shift, every decision, every “why did they do that?” moment is the same: the human beings doing the job. I should know. I was once one of them. Operational policing isn’t a seminar. … Read more
In my later years I’ve become a seasoned crier – not just at football, but in the full, messy, human sprawl of life. Films, family moments, unexpected kindness, the odd existential wobble… they can all set me off. Sure, I’ve shed a tear or two at matches over the years, but I’m not the sort … Read more
There’s a particular kind of moral contortionism doing laps on my social media feed — a sort of ideological Pilates where people bend themselves into shapes the human spine was never designed for. Anything, it seems, to avoid confronting the central, unavoidable truth: That Nigel Farage’s rhetoric preceded — and in my view helped inflame … Read more
I asked AI, “what was the chief reason for the UK imploding in terms of its economy, standing in the world and happiness of the people?” The bottom line: a catastrophic, unresolved collapse in productivity and investment after 2008. Everything else — stagnant wages, failing public services, declining global influence, and falling happiness — flows … Read more
I thought I was visiting a tomb; instead, I walked into a three thousand year old argument about mortality and memory. Since childhood, I’ve been enthralled by the legend of King Tutankhamun. And honestly, who isn’t. The boy king who accidentally achieved what every pharaoh desired: immortality. Not the carved in stone kind, but the … Read more
We all have a threshold where comfort ends and chaos begins, and I’ve become increasingly fascinated by the thin, trembling line between the two. This isn’t just a story about roller coasters; it’s an exploration of the emotional whiplash that happens when terror and joy collide at high speed. In other words: welcome to the … Read more
A story for my children and those that fear loneliness. Recently I attended a networking event that reminded me why I don’t like these affairs. In an effort to shell out at least two of the business cards I’d remembered to bring, I struck up a conversation with a fellow attendee. I did my best … Read more
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