
Greetings from the edge, I’m a bibliophile. A die-hard, hardback, leatherbound devotee of the written word. I like books of all shapes and sizes and read across a wide range of genres, although I am yet to venture into family sagas. One day perhaps. When the Kindle first appeared, I carried that sleek little slab…
Greetings from the edge, As I have previously mentioned, I love music. The broom cupboard is always full of some wonderful sound, be it a classic rock album, a musical soundtrack or a little dash of punk. I love it all. It’s a pity, really, that my own attempts to make music end with me…
Greetings from the edge, Yesterday, I began a gentle critique of 12 Rules for Life by Jordan Peterson, picking apart a handful of ideas that sound solid on the surface but wobble when you lean on them. Today, we’re heading back into the lobster pot to deal with the remaining six rules, and to see…
Greetings from the edge, I make no secret of the fact that I’ve been wrestling with my mental health for a while now. For further reading, see… well, anything I’ve written. At my lowest ebb, a few years ago, I picked up 12 Rules for Life by Jordan Peterson. I can safely say it changed…