The world according to Kirkey
We all carry a quiet superstition about ourselves – a private conviction that serious misfortune is something reserved for other people. It’s a comforting illusion, this sense of personal invulnerability, and most of us cling to it even when the evidence suggests we shouldn’t. We downplay symptoms, ignore warning signs, and assume tomorrow will look … Read more
One sunny afternoon, Darcie put on her shiny riding hat and climbed proudly onto Toby the pony. She sat up tall, just like a real horse riding champion. Toby was a kind, gentle pony. His steps were a little wobbly at first, but Darcie held on tight. Together they clip clopped along the country lanes, … Read more
Arthur took to the circuit for his first time and quickly became the dirt track star! Winding the throttle fully open, he displayed the grit and determination to make it to the top of speedway and showed all the signs of a future Grand Prix rider in the making. His big moment came when he … Read more
Farage is the epitome of the establishment: a privileged upbringing, private education, and a City career that made him millions. I’ve often wondered why so many people—especially working-class voters—get drawn into his orbit when he’s such an obvious fraud. I suppose his carefully crafted image of perpetual victimhood, delivered over a pint of beer, resonates … Read more
My opinion on the royal family may not receive applause in all British households, but I’ve come to think they’re an outdated, unnecessary institution. The older I get, the more republican I become. They’re a dysfunctional family – elevated to a level of deference that more than irks me. That’s not to say I haven’t … Read more
The last leg of my walk was a greatest hits album of Bracknell absurdity: burglars with bin bags, missing false teeth, Harry Potter film sets, and a showdown with a bloke known as “Half a Thumb.” But tucked between the madness were the moments that mattered — the ones that stitched my life together. One … Read more
Why do people queue for political ghost rides that feed them fear instead of truth? This piece digs into the psychology of resentment dressed as “concern”, the friendships strained by it, and the moment you decide to step off the ride and back into daylight. A mate told me the other day they were spending … Read more
When I walked into COSTCO the other day I wasn’t expecting an epiphany. But then the LEGO World Cup edition tipped me over the edge. Firstly, it looked pretty ghastly – square bricks being used to create a rounded object is problematic from the get‑go – and secondly it spoke of an abandonment of what … Read more
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