Twenty years ago I lived in London for three years (man, you know you’re getting ‘propa old’ when your stories start with ‘twenty years ago’…). Despite the big city’s stubborn indifference to common courtesy, good[…]
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How About a Hot Mug of ‘Man Up’ Son? – On Being a Man in 2016
During the course of any conversation with me you can expect to hear the sentence ‘I once read that…’ at least three times. If I’m reading a particularly interesting book this may increase to somewhere[…]
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I Know I am a F*ck Up, Just the Same as You
“Look at you, you have to make it perfect.” This was an accusation that I regularly faced from my best friend growing up, and for a long time I really didn’t get it. My abiding[…]
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