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I read a lot, make way too many dumb jokes, and occasionally do some journalism.
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What they don't tell you about having functional neurological disorder is all the fun mini games FND comes with. Like "you've lost most of the use of a joint. it grinds when moved. it's agonising. it's deformed to the touch. MISSION: you have 2 minutes to persuade the doctor to take you seriously."

Living with long-term medical uncertainty is probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. Since my wife was diagnosed with a life-threatening condition, every day has been precarious. But not all of the lessons have been harsh. This week, I'm discussing the best of them.

Me waiting on the phone call when the car has been doing Weird Things and the garage tells me they have to do research before they can give me a repair quote

As a thoroughly ADHD-having ex-dopamine addict I sympathise with the general idea, but when are we going to stop this faux helplessness before the dreaded paragraph? It's not productive to embrace this perceived lack of control and act like reading is insurmountable.

Man, Enid Blyton is a bit darker than I remember.

For the first time this year, I managed to read at least one hour a day for the whole month. Most days I managed 1-3 hours, with some significant outliers. This has resulted in a total of 81.7 HOURS total read this month! That's over three whole days! I had to do the maths twice to be sure 😂

Car is doing Weird Things but garage can't book it in for two weeks. I live on a farm in the middle of nowhere. No public transport, ¼-mile long driveway kind of deal. Time to party like it's 1895.

I've been thinking a lot recently about the insidiousness of poverty: how it seeps exhaustingly into absolutely everything. This week, I'm writing about my own experiences with poverty, from budgeting food on less than £1 a week to homelessness.

How do they elect a new pope anyway. Does someone just throw the pope hat over their shoulder and whatever cardinal catches it wins?

Last Friday I was in a labyrinth used bookshop and apparently within this building there are, give or take, 300,000 books. I emerged with 10 of them. I am still not over the existential crisis.

Reddit downvoting is so weird. OP can be like "here is a question" and someone else is like "here is a succinct and correct answer to your question! :)" and it's like -3. I can be like "this looks so nice!" and I check back and it's -1. Why do you people hate joy.

Estrangement is a rational response to an irrational dynamic. Yet despite more adults choosing to estrange, it's still widely misinterpreted -- especially by the parents we cease contact with. This week, I'm writing a letter to my fellow estranged adult kids from the mothers we no longer speak to.

I will catch up with my reading challenge this week by god

Just witnessed somebody in the restaurant change their baby's nappy at the table, put the dirty nappy in a shopping bag, and then proceed to not even sanitise their hands before touching everything including the door 😭 This is the second time I've seen this, what the fuck is wrong with people man

Why is it whenever I make a hilarious comment on a Reddit thread, the whole thread gets deleted by the mods. The worldwide conspiracy to prevent me becoming the world's funniest and most beloved comedian continues, yet I shall not be silenced.

In this article I'm talking about a weapon I didn't know I had for the longest time: the power of journaling in an environment where everyone is trying to convince you that you're wrong.

Just added the 1000th book to my "personal library" shelf on Goodreads. And there's at least 40 books I haven't added yet. I think it's safe to say I have a serious problem -- I'm going to need more bookshelves.

Some recent upheavals have got me thinking about a very specific kind of grief: grieving for a planned future now inaccessible. The future of relationships, the potential for children or jobs... even totally hypothetical what-could-have-beens. These are all serious losses, and we grieve them all.

Stress is such a fucking trip. How can I be starving hungry and excruciatingly nauseous at the exact same time. Like girl pick one.

I'm a mostly chill vegetarian, but I'd like to politely ask my local Tesco why they feel the need to only offer cheese/coleslaw and egg/mayo out of the WHOLE meal deal selection? And then put ham or chicken in EVERY ONE of the salads? I am begging you for variety here.

Here I outline the many reasons why you shouldn't give your kid an Irish name but spell it... well, Englishly.

Writing about something a little close and personal this week: functional neurological disorder, an often overlooked complication of chronic trauma.

Been blasting a lot of Green Day and My Chemical Romance lately. Now back on my Alan Moore bullshit. Think I accidentally woke up age 17 again.

Smoothed out my Tunnocks wrapper and thinking it looks like old timey Communist posters. Anyone? No?

Every time I file my nails (using a normal honest god-fearing nail file) I remember my friend in high school who would use the great big belt sander in the technology and design workshop to do hers. Absolute madness. Bronagh if you're out there what the fuck

My feed today looks like 4chan circa 2015 just with different politics. All of you need to log off you're becoming what you hate. Just letting you know

So we live very rural. Up a long single-lane very rutted half-flooded farm track. On a working farm surrounded by fields and sheep as far as the eye can see. There's a knock on the door. It's the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Being born on January 22 is such a struggle because it's one day after the US president's inauguration so the whole internet is talking about some old dude and not me ://

I like to look at baby name books and sites just to see the unhinged stuff they say about name origins (very often just making it the Fuck up) and my current favourite is the book of Irish baby names that included Ulysses. Like... they claimed Ulysses is an Irish name because James Joyce used it.

I hate TikTok but an entire medium of creation and community has been destroyed for countless thousands of young people. If you're ridiculing them for their distress, congratulations on becoming the kind of shitty old person your teenage self swore to never be. Fuck censorship. No compromise.