Each to their own

What worries me most about contemporary society isn’t perhaps the sharing of extreme views that I fundamentally disagree with. It’s not the crap that is peddled by some, but the fact that people can be so primitive about an argument they are unable to judge evidence at face value and seem to take everything published as gospel.

Navigating the waves

I am seething as I write this. We’ve been led, forced to walk the plank under duress, by this Conservative premiership since day one. We’ve been kind and understanding, we (the public) have entrusted not only her, but our official opposition to debate Brexit like adults and put not the desires of their party funders before the national interest.

You my dear can

There are times when I think, ‘what the hell am I doing?’ And then there are times when instinctively, I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I had a conversation with a friend this weekend about faith, about religion, about my role in the world, about standing up and being counted for perhaps the first time in my life.

Adore the obscure

I found myself dancing the Time Warp next to a statue of Riff Raff, a character from Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Picture Show, in a sleepy Kiwi town on as we made our way through the country. The dance moves are emblazoned in a mural on the wall Riff Raff is facing: “It’s just a jump to the left!”

We the people

Yesterday, I landed in London after travelling to New Zealand and California, staying with friends, visiting museums and galleries, and avoiding any news for three weeks. Suddenly the intensity of UK and global politics came sharply into focus and it feels like I’ve been thrust back into the middle of it all.

Around the corner

As one year closes and another begins, I sit looking out to sea and it feels oddly familiar even though I’m as far away from home as possible. Being next to the water, listening to its waves crash and witnessing its endless promise along the shore, I wonder what will be around the corner.

To find our zen

With social media and the rise of the instant, with the world spinning so fast it sends us each into a spiral if we’re not careful, it’s easy to get lost. In a city like London, where pausing for breath could mean the difference between a promotion and being fired, between happiness and sorrow, between life and death, it’s important that we take stock once in a while – to find our zen.

To be heard

Yesterday, I met a Labourite and we had dinner in a Brick Lane curry house, and I remembered seeing their members in the Pride in London parade. The clever folk of LGBT Labour produce shirts for members to wear on Pride which state “I’ve never kissed a Tory.”

In our day

When I think of the state of the world, I see change. It’s a different world to that of a century ago, different to a decade ago, different even to a year ago. But whilst some sectors are allowed to progress, politics is stuck in nostalgia. 

Make a change

I’ve been sitting on a draft of this post because I don’t know how to finalise it. There is just too much to try and cover, all in similar vein and yet not coherent when placed together, so instead I’ll be drawing this out to a mini series of posts over the next few weeks in a desperate attempt to understand the world as it stands. 

Words are real

There are times when truly, there is nothing more I could want for in life than just to feel refreshed, to feel renewed and regenerated. To not wake every morning already drained from the expectations that are held. To become free from my own shortfalls and to approach everything with the unrelenting energy it deserves.

A chemical imbalance

I sit in a coffee shop just off from Carnaby Street, and it's worth giving some time to think about where I am mentally, and where I have come from over the last few months. Although perhaps I shouldn't post the exact text I wrote yesterday morning, I don't think there is anything wrong with sharing the thoughts I have during my dark days with others.

This is your Pride

This weekend was Pride in London – our annual display of celebration, of protest, of marching for our rights and LGBT+ communities’ visibility. But that was tainted by the hatred which eight individuals managed to incite by hijacking the parade with their anti-trans agenda forcing difficult decisions on this, our day, the day of LGBT+ people in London.

The healing process

I'm sat in the comfort of my lounge in London, away from Somerset, and still I cannot get over the issues that happened a few weekends ago. Instead of feeling content in the presence of our nearest and dearest, I felt as if I was in the middle, the facilitator, the mediator and that wasn't a great feeling. It isn't a great feeling.

Pride in London

Every July, London celebrates it's LGTB+ community by hosing the most fabulous party in Central London. This year it's on 7 July and you should definitely come down to be a part of it.