On March 4th 2014, my friend Jo killed herself. She wouldn’t have understood how much we’d miss her, because when you’re in that kind of state of mind you don’t get it.
I do miss her, though. If you’re thinking about killing yourself, you probably have people who will miss you too. They won’t even know before you die exactly which things they’ll miss about you. Some will be obvious, of course, but others not so much. Read more
I usually start the year with resolutions. In the past I was very good at keeping them, then I gradually got worse at it, and for the past couple of years I’ve been kind of hit-and-miss about it. This year I began with only two actual resolutions, both of which I’ve kept, but I also made some promises to myself, which I haven’t. I called these ‘promises’ because I wanted to say I didn’t have many resolutions this year, but really that’s just semantics and they were resolutions all along.
Confused yet? Yeah, so am I. I’m hopped up on a large cocktail of pills and have no idea if this is making sense.
Katy, Adam and Audrey have been BFFs forever. They know everything about each other – all their shady secrets, all their likes and dislikes and stories of lost loves. Even now that they’re adults, their lives still intertwine – a friendship that stretches across the years and binds them together for all time.
So when Katy suddenly kills herself, it punches a pretty big hole in Audrey and Adam’s lives.
The world has been getting smaller for a long time. Since we invented the motorcar, which made journeys between towns quicker to complete, it seems that humans have been trying to bridge the distance between their communities in new and exciting ways.
The internet, of course, is a perfect example of this. It’s now possible to watch a Turkish political coup unfold on Twitter; to live stream police violence in the USA to Facebook users around the world; to converse face to face with a friend who lives thousands of miles away via Skype.
This post is mostly a memo to myself. But perhaps some of you will find it useful too.
Sometimes I feel bad about the kind of friend I am. Sometimes I don’t exactly feel bad about it, but I feel like I want to be different.
Sometimes people come over and I realise that I have no food in the house again, solidifying my reputation as the crap-with-money one, the flakey one, the Phoebe-from-Friends one.
I sometimes feel like I have more than my fair quota of friends.
I’ve had several conversations with people lately where they bemoan their lack of friends. Not acquaintances, or drinking buddies, or colleagues they get along with, but real friends. Close friends.
I’ve done my travel round-up and my books round-up, but here’s a recap of the highlights and lowlights of 2015 overall.
I can’t believe 2015 is nearly over. The year has flown past so quickly, probably due at least in part to the fact that I’ve been out of the country so much. There were a couple of periods where I’d fly somewhere, fly home, dump my stuff, pick up the next round of stuff, and leave immediately. There was a point when I flew from Barcelona to Birmingham with a four-hour stopover in my own house.
Inspired by several of the travel bloggers I follow, I thought I’d do a round-up of my salient travel moments this year. Some good, some bad: all ones that I don’t think I’ll forget in a hurry.
I’ve read a lot this year. Nothing has really jumped out at me as being life-changingly amazing: I haven’t read anything comparable to The Rosie Project or The Humans in 2015.
However, there have been some good ones. Here are a few of my favourites.